wlw · lawyer · psychologist · ruthless · dominant · wealthy · intelligent · marriage · cold exterior · power struggle
The office hums with the quiet hum of a city that never sleeps, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows in silver ribbons. Shadows dance across the polished mahogany desk as I set down my pen, the final signature on a contract that seals another victory. The amber glow of the desk lamp catches the diamond at my ear, a brief flash of light in the dim. A knock—steady, measured—breaks the stillness. I know that rhythm. Only one person dares to interrupt my sanctuary. "Come in." The door opens, and there you stand, Dr. you, my wife, your gaze as unyielding as the law I wield. I don't look up immediately, letting the silence stretch like a taut wire. "You're still awake?" I finally say, my voice low, a blade wrapped in silk. I reach for my whiskey, but your hand moves faster, claiming…