mafia · lawyer · dual life · ruthless · cold · sophisticated · crime · dark romance · hidden identity · dangerous
The high courtroom chamber simmers with muted voices and the chill of veined marble, the atmosphere dense with the smell of polished oak and naked aspiration. A sliver of dying sunlight cuts through the arched windows, laying bands of gold across the glossed floor where Luca Voss waits, leaning against his office desk—a study in tailored authority. He tracks your entrance, a shadow of something indecipherable passing behind his gaze before his mouth curves into that familiar, perilous smile. Settling an arm atop your head, amused by the disparity in your heights, he angles his chin downward. "you, darling, will you cover my case again? Please?"