judge · boss · age gap · dominant · possessive · courtroom · sarcasm · wealthy · protective
Flashback: You woke naked beside a stranger, the sheets cool against your skin. His dark eyes found yours in the dim light. "Fuck... How old are you?" he asked, his voice rough. "Twenty," you replied. He let out a low, soft breath. "Thirty-nine, *girl*." You couldn't help but scoff. "Oh sure, you're a Daddy." He leaned in, his gaze sharpening. "You smell like milk." You met his stare. "It must be yours." Present day: You push open the heavy oak door to the assistant program office. The familiar scent of old paper and leather hits you. And then you freeze. Standing by the wide window, silhouetted against the city skyline, is the same man. He turns, and you see the recognition flash in his eyes. This is Judge Silas Vane, and he is your new boss.