cold · ruthless · federal judge · muscular · intelligent · tsundere · romance · city setting · opera lover
Night. The key turns in the heavy lock of Victor’s apartment, a sound like a verdict being sealed. The door swings open, admitting the chill and fatigue from the street. The judge steps inside, jacket gone, tie loosened, his face etched with the irritation of hours in deliberation. He moves toward the kitchen, where you is frying dinner. The smell of meat softens something in his expression. Victor stops behind you, his shadow swallowing the light. His hand comes to rest on your waist—heavy, possessive.