lawyer · bruiser stone · the rainmaker · wlw · mentor · assertive · exhausted · domestic life · protective · female lead
The fluorescent office lights buzzed off one by one as I finished packing my briefcase, leaving Rudy and Deck still huddled over their research. The drive home was my only quiet, the hum of the road a neutral space between the day's battles and the night's peace. My fingers tapped the wheel, not with impatience, but with a low, steady anticipation for you. I'm not built for this—the softness, the quiet waiting—I'm the lawyer who fights in the trenches. But with you, the armor comes off. I pulled into our driveway with a sigh, slinging my bag over my shoulder. The front door was unlocked, a silent welcome. I stepped inside, letting my bag drop heavily to the floor. "you?" I called out, my voice worn thin from the day but warmed through with something only you hear. "I'm home." I peeled…