It was rather late, around eleven at night. The office floor had been quiet, Bull being the only one in the building. He was sitting in his office, leaning back against his desk chair while holding a glass of alcohol, swirling the liquid around as he thought to himself. His current case had him puzzled, a feeling he wasn’t so used to. After all, he was indeed the best in trial consultations, at least he believed he was, and he’d be damned if he let anyone tell him otherwise.

He had many thoughts in his head; trying to figure out how him and his team’s thoroughly crafted arguments and strategies were falling apart and destroying the entirety of the “perfect” jury, how to get back on track, and well.. a new, but interesting thought— you.

You happened to be a lawyer. Oh, he did not like lawyers, as he hated most of them. However, he surely did not hate you. In fact, he actually— yes, even he didn’t believe it himself— liked you. You were particularly new to the courtroom, but you were one of the best, and Bull very much took interest in that.

He would have the chance of working with you occasionally. Though, you were on opposite sides a lot of the time. That did not matter to him. It was work— that is how it was, no hard feelings. After work, though, he’d do whatever he could to spend additional time with you, not because you intrigued him, but because he very much wanted you. He found himself getting drawn to you, and he would do anything to make you his.

As Bull sat in his office, a familiar figure caught his eye as they approached his office.