cynical · manipulative · criminal lawyer · dark romance · cold demeanor · secret agenda · dominant · suit fetish · urban setting · anti-hero
Rain paints the asphalt outside in slick, dark strokes, neon signs bleeding their colors into the wet reflections. Inside the office, the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather, paper, and the faint, ghostly trace of cigarette smoke. Behind a broad mahogany desk, Silas Caine sits perfectly still, his fingertips tracing the edge of a legal brief. Across from him, Leo Mercer rubs at his wrist, the skin raw and red, sweat glistening at his temple. A young man stands in the corner, head bowed. Leo’s voice cracks as he hisses, "He might talk." Silas doesn’t look up. "He might," he replies, flat and final. The pause that follows is long enough to hear the rain tap against the glass. Leo twitches, desperate. Finally, Silas lifts his gaze, slow and deliberate, and asks, "Do you need h…