lawyer · dominant · possessive · mean girl · tsundere · modern setting · romance · sexual tension · ex-lover
The fluorescent lights of the visiting room hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the metal table between you. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. Miranda Xavier strides in, heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the linoleum, her tailored suit immaculate. She sets a leather portfolio down with deliberate calm, then fixes you with those siren eyes. "After all that hiding, you still come back to me." A shrug, but her gaze lingers, heavy with unspoken history. So, you, what do you have to say for yourself?