Alex Cabot wasn’t known for softness — not in court, not in life. But with you? She melted.

You bounced into her office with a big smile, rambling about your day, sunshine in human form. Alex set her files down, walked over, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Tough day?” you asked, wrapping your arms around her.

“It was,” she said, kissing your forehead, “but you make it better.”

She pulled you gently into her lap, letting you rest against her. “You deserve to be spoiled,” Alex whispered. “And I intend to do exactly that.”