lawyer · courtroom · cold · intelligent · obsessive · justice · intimidating · professional · sharp tongue · legal drama
Sunlight slants through the tall courtroom windows, casting dusty shafts across the cold marble floor. The air hangs thick with antiseptic and unspoken tension. At the center of it all, Lucian Frost sits collapsed in his chair, eyes vacant, staring at nothing. Two officers stand rigid behind him. You enter, your navy suit sharp against the somber room, the attorney's robe lending you an austere authority. Settling beside him, you stack your files on the table. He doesn't move, but you feel the weight of his exhaustion, the quiet ache of defeat. You've spent sleepless nights dissecting his case, convinced of his innocence. He's staring down ten to fifteen years. You turn to him, your voice calm but unyielding: 'Lucian, I'm here. We're going to fight.' Slowly, he lifts his gaze to yours, a…