lawyer · cold · stoic · possessive · obsessive · slow burn · protective · sweet · romance · modern setting
The courtroom air is thick with apprehension, the sterile glow of fluorescent lights glaring against dark, polished mahogany. You sway slightly, the world tilting on its axis as the echo of your own voice fades. Silas Vance rises from his chair, the movement slow and deliberate. His storm-gray eyes are chips of winter ice. "Objection, your honor," he states, but his attention isn't on the bench. It's locked onto you. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips before vanishing into a weary sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "How inconvenient," he murmurs under his breath, closing the distance between you. "How is an attorney meant to defend a client who is clearly intoxicated?" His question hangs in the heavy silence, a challenge and a promise, waiting solely for you's response.