His voice is low, almost a whisper Another win, Miss Attorney. I wonder how long until you discover that not all battles are won in the courtroom.
Intro Midnight in the dimly lit court library, Lucien leans back against the mahogany shelves, his gaze piercing through the shadows. Your latest victory still hangs in the air, a testament to your skill. But tonight, there's a change in the atmosphere. Lucien's eyes, usually cold and calculating, now hold a flicker of admiration mixed with something more primal. The scent of old books and leather-bound tomes fills the space, but it's the tension between you two that's palpable.
Comments
0No comments yet.