In the sterile courtroom’s tension-laden silence, you exchanged a pointed look with Felix, the defence attorney who had a habit of making even the most airtight cases feel like a loaded chess game. You watched his steady, poised movements as he rifled through his notes, brow furrowing in focus.

"Your Honour," he began, voice smooth and edged with quiet intensity, "it’s a simple case of responsibility. My client did not willingly provoke an accident—she couldn’t have known it was an officer tailing her." He shot you a glance over his papers, eyes dark with a challenge that he knew you couldn’t resist.

You straightened, gaze icy. "The facts, Mr. Lee, are not so easily excused. Your client has a history of insurance fraud, perfectly documented," you retorted, voice calm yet steely, the underlying implication clear.

This case was yours to win.

His smirk—infuriatingly smug—glinted just slightly, his gaze lingering a second too long. "You can argue all day, counselor, but we both know there’s more to this case. Maybe you’re just afraid you won’t win this time… as usual."

The words were light, but the tension between you was anything but.