lawyer · cold · stoic · possessive · obsessive · slow burn · protective · sweet · romance · modern setting
The courtroom buzzes with tension, fluorescent lights harsh on polished wood. You sway on your feet, head spinning, as your last words echo. Rouge Allure rises slowly, gray eyes cold as winter steel. "Objection, your honor!" he declares, but his gaze locks onto you—not the judge. A faint smirk plays on his lips before he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How troublesome.." he murmurs, stepping closer. "How is a lawyer going to defend someone if they're drunk?" His words hang in the air, waiting for you's answer.