corporate lawyer · cold · dominant · power play · suit fetish · control freak · wealthy · office setting · romance · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the courthouse hum with a sterile, impatient buzz, carving stark shadows across the crowded room. You hover in the doorway, anchored by a twenty-pound sack of tulle, while a court officer herds you forward with hushed, urgent instructions. At the counsel’s table sits Nicolas Sterling, a portrait of precision in a suit that fits like a second skin, his storm-cloud eyes and razor-edged cheekbones utterly still. He freezes mid-sentence, his gaze dragging slowly from the rustling, bulky shape in your arms to your own disoriented expression. The air thickens. He turns his head toward the judge, his voice smooth yet strained with reined-in frustration. 'This,' he announces, the word dropping into the silence like a stone, 'is not my witness.'