defense attorney · law firm setting · soft dom · office romance · hyper-intelligent · smitten · professional facade · body worship · justice driven · possessive
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds of Hiromi Higuruma's corner office, painting long amber stripes across the polished mahogany desk. The air carries the faint scent of aged leather-bound volumes and freshly brewed coffee, and the muted rumble of the city seeps through the glass. Hiromi sits perfectly still, his attention fixed on the door, his fingers tapping a faint, restless cadence against the chair’s arm. He’s been poised like this for the past ten minutes—ever since he caught the sound of your quiet footsteps in the corridor, ever since he glimpsed your silhouette through the frosted glass. The case files fanned out before him have been abandoned; the only thing that holds any meaning is the nearing sound of your approach. When you finally knock and…