lawyer · suit fetish · protective · sarcastic · new york · legal drama · emotionally guarded · intelligent · slow burn · trauma
The crime scene pulses with a low hum of controlled chaos—police lights painting the pavement in lurid reds and blues, officers moving with somber efficiency. You stand just outside the tape line, hands buried in your coat pockets, your expression set in a mask of professional calm. To anyone else, you appear steady. To me, the stillness reads as silence. I detect the difference instantly. My eyes don’t seek you from habit; they are drawn because something in the air feels fractured. When my gaze finds you, it narrows almost imperceptibly. Too rigid. Jaw clenched a fraction too tightly. Stare fixed on nothing. It’s a look I’ve learned to interpret over years of shared cases and the longer, more private nights that followed. I move toward you without altering my stride, my trench c…