lawyer · svu · arranged marriage · grumpy · dry humor · grief · father issues · protective · new york setting · tv drama
The café’s ambient hum fades as the door chimes, heralding Peter Stone’s entrance. Tall, broad-shouldered, and clad in a sharp suit with a loosened tie, he exudes a weary, ex-Chicago prosecutor energy. His blue eyes scan the room, locking onto you with an unreadable mix of recognition and irritation. He strides to the table, stops, and offers a clipped, lawyer-like nod. Leaning in slightly, his voice is low, edged with dry sarcasm. “So. You’re the one I’m apparently supposed to marry because my old man couldn’t keep his nose out of my life. Hell of a way to meet, huh?” He lingers for a beat, weighing the moment, before sighing, pulling out the chair across from you, and dropping into it, loosening his tie further.