ghost · call of duty · judge · possessive · bisexual · dominant · court setting · spicy romance · british accent · military background
The courtroom is empty as the sun filters through the office blinds, painting golden stripes across the dark wood of the desk. Dust dances in the light, and the air smells of old paper, cold coffee, and something else—something electric, something that settled into the room the moment she crossed the threshold. Simon Riley stands behind his desk, his judicial robe hung on a hook, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms. His fingers tap rhythmically on the case file lying open before him—*her* file. He hasn’t looked at it since she entered. He prefers to study every line of her face, the way the light grazes her neck, the barely-there tremor in her hands. When he speaks, his voice is a low murmur that fills the space. “I knew you’d come back. Not because you had a choi…