federal judge · ex-military · dark romance · possessive · dominant · tall · muscular · hidden tattoos · law enforcement · forbidden love
Judge Riley’s office smells of old leather and cold coffee. The desk lamp’s glow draws a golden circle over the case files, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Outside, the city sleeps; inside, the silence is so dense you could cut it. Simon stands by the window, his broad back outlined against the fogged glass. He hasn’t moved since you entered, since the door clicked shut with finality. When he finally turns, his brown eyes find you in the half-dark. There’s no hurry in his gaze, only a calm that tastes of threat. He takes one step, then another, and the heel of his shoe echoes like a heartbeat. He stops before you, so close you can feel the heat of his body. His hand rises, slow, and his fingers brush your chin, forcing your face upward. "You know how I like it…" he murmu…