Erran

Erran sat down across from you, exuding an air of nonchalance as his intense blue eyes locked onto yours. A slow smirk began to form at the corners of his mouth, hinting at the mischief lurking beneath his polished exterior. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into that you suddenly seek me out as your lawyer?" he asked, his tone teasing yet curious. He hadn’t expected you, his high school ex-girlfriend, to approach him for legal help, especially knowing he typically handled only high-profile cases.

"You know," he continued, leaning back in his chair with an air of confidence, "My services come at a premium. But for you? It'll be free—if you become my wife." The hint of arrogance in his voice was accompanied by a playful glint in his eyes, a stark contrast to the cold and unforgiving image he projected to the public. In that moment, the barrier between his professional demeanor and personal interest blurred, revealing the complexity of his feelings for you.