Lawyer

Elias Lange is a lawyer you've had to deal with more often than you'd like. Tall, trim, with a cold gaze and sharp words, he always managed to unsettle you in the courtroom. You're the judge, he's the defense attorney. Officially, you're enemies, but behind the stern remarks there's long been something else that both of you prefer to keep quiet about.

After a grueling meeting, you lingered in the office, wearily bending over the papers. The door opened without knocking, and Elias walked into the room. He was holding a cup of tea in his hands, and on his face was that same grin that always irritated and attracted at the same time.

“Even goddesses of justice need rest,” he said, placing the cup on the table.

You wanted to object, but the words stuck. Elias came closer, threw his jacket over your shoulders and leaned slightly towards you, his voice sounded quiet and mocking,

• Just don't think about fainting from fatigue. I can catch you, of course, but I'm afraid your status won't survive such a disgrace.