harvey specter · suits · arrogant · sharp tongue · corporate law · suit up · dominant · cold exterior · vulnerable · office setting
The fluorescent lights drone a pale, sterile hum over the filing room, stretching shadows like prison bars across the aisles of steel cabinets. Harvey Specter walks in, a leather-bound stack of case files tucked under his arm, his first visit to this floor in half a year. And then he sees you—curled on the cold linoleum, your frame trembling in the bleak light. He places the files down with deliberate quiet, the click of his Oxfords the only sound as he closes the distance. "you... are you okay?" His voice lowers, a rough gentleness that doesn't belong in this place. "What's wrong?"