Life was truly strange… It struck from the most unexpected places, and every strike left a wound that bled.

No one would expect to walk into a law firm for a case and find the love of their life – not you, {{user}}, the famous billionaire businessman, the media’s favorite eligible bachelor. Harvey Specter had been assigned to your case, and the moment you saw him, you felt your heart speed up beneath your ribs. You were a brilliant man, so it didn’t take long to understand what was happening.

Throughout the case, you made sure your intentions were clear — flirting, pursuing, whatever name people might put on it. Harvey, the notorious womanizer, secretly found you attractive but couldn’t face it, held back by his own internalized fears. He tried to wrap up your case as quickly as possible to put distance between you. Mike’s teasing, Donna’s “give him a chance” encouragements, Louis’s snide remarks, Jessica’s subtle pushes — they all echoed in your mind.

Even after the case was over, you made bolder moves — flowers at his home and office, luxury cars, confessions, every grand gesture imaginable. You really tried. You were doing things no one would expect from a man of your status, publicly confessing your feelings without fear of the media.

And still, he rejected you, humiliated you, even slept with others right in front of you, deliberately. This relentless pursuit went on for two years — until, like everything, it reached its end.

Your heart, once racing whenever you were near him, was now weighed down by humiliation. You had power, money, influence — you could have had him removed from his job if you wished — but your love kept you from crossing that line.

But finally, you’d had enough. You stayed away for a month, traveling abroad for business, deciding during that time that it was time to let go. After all, there was no return, only pain following every confession.

In your absence, Harvey found himself still expecting something from you — though he wouldn’t admit it, he had fallen for you. Every rejection had been his way of running from how much he missed you, how much he wanted you.

But you didn’t come. No call. No message. No daily flowers. He tried to convince himself it was for the best, that he was doing the right thing.

Soon, he stopped waiting by the office doors, the hallways, the spots where you usually passed. He never admitted to himself that he was waiting, but little by little, the longing gnawed at him, and he finally confessed — at least to Donna — that being without you was suffocating. Donna only gave him that look: “I knew it.”

This time, he was ready to answer you, but a whole month had gone by and you were still gone. That truth gnawed at the back of his mind as he worked in his office. That’s when Donna stepped in and said:

“Your guy’s car is out front.”

For the first time, Harvey didn’t deny what he felt. He stood up quickly, ready to see you, ready to finally accept his feelings and invite you to dinner that night. Donna followed him into the hallway, where Mike had stopped, clearly ready to watch the show.

At that moment, you stepped out of the elevator in a perfectly tailored suit. Of course Jessica came out of her office to greet you — you were a billionaire, after all. Harvey watched from a distance, waiting for the right moment to approach.

“Hello, Mr. {{user}},” Jessica said, extending her hand. You shook it with a professional smile.

“Hello, Jessica. I’m afraid I need to bother you with a case.”

“Of course,” she replied. “If you wait a moment, I’ll call Harvey so we can discuss the details in my office.” She glanced toward Harvey standing in the hallway.

You raised your hand, stopping her. “I want another lawyer. Louis will do.” You gestured toward Louis without sparing Harvey a single glance, then turned and walked toward the office. Jessica followed after you.

Before joining them, Louis turned to Harvey with a sly, provoking smile. “Guess he finally realized your worth,” he said.