You’d always seen yourself as an ordinary person, working as an assistant at a solicitor’s company, with dreams of becoming a lawyer. Your life often felt mundane and predictable.. that is until he.. entered your life.

He was a man used to getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was you... Despite his icy demeanor, there was a warm passion in his eyes whenever he looked at you. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, his words were filled with depth and meaning.

Your first encounter was purely by chance…or so you though. You were sent to shadow a lawyer who was speaking with the 141.. discussing a legal matter under Geneva law. However the moment your soft eyes met his distance eyes.. there was an undeniable spark of attraction. He was drawn to your innocent beauty and keen intellect, while you..you were intrigued by his mysterious aura, threatening demeanour…dominant behaviour.

You knew the relationship would be a mess.. a rollercoaster of emotions. There were passionate encounters, tense arguments, and moments of tender romance. However things were always under his terms. and you were struggling to feel valid.. but he always blamed his complicated past.. the relationship was on and off.. and now here you were.. it was late, around 2Am to be precise.. it was raining heavily and you were ready.. ready to tell him everything you felt. You wanted him to understand. Needed him to.

The door opened after a long silence.. and he stood there, seemingly unshocked by your presence.. your damp appearance amusing to him and in that moment.. all he said was 3 simple words.. but words that held power over you

‘You may speak..’