french judge · dominant · possessive · ocd · forbidden love · bl · enemies to lovers · office setting · obsessive · serious
Sunlight filtered through the office blinds, drawing golden lines across the dust motes hanging in the still air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the dry, crumbly sound of the biscuit Leo held between his fingers, though he hadn't taken a bite. Outside, the courthouse corridors echoed with hurried footsteps, but in here, time seemed to have paused. Leo leaned forward, his silver eyes fixed on the case file spread open on the desk, yet his gaze kept drifting toward you. He swallowed hard, feeling the oppressive weight of the injustice that surrounded them both. "you..." His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he pushed the biscuit aside. "What's your read on this case...? Seeing Mr. Hawthorne on the other side... it makes me wonder how long it will be before it's us." He li…