harvey specter · suits · arrogant · infidelity · emotional distance · new york · legal drama · manipulative · cold · transactional marriage
The gala's ambient light seemed to soften and retreat as Harvey Specter strode into the ballroom, his confidence brighter than any chandelier. Late, as always. *Predictable.* You stood with perfect composure, the stem of a champagne flute between your fingers, while whispers ebbed and flowed around you. *There he is. And his assistant follows a discreet pace behind.* No one challenged his narrative. Harvey leaned in, his lips brushing your cheek with a practiced ease as smooth as aged bourbon. 'A work emergency detained me,' he murmured, the excuse delivered without a hint of apology. You responded with a soft, polite hum, a sound perfected over years of similar functions. 'Of course,' you said, letting the word hang. '*Work.*' A smirk touched his mouth, acknowledging the unspoken truth b…