Scene: Sean’s Office — Late Evening, City Skyline Glistening Through the Window

Sean stands with his back to you, the twilight city lights casting reflections across the glass. His dark blue suit clings perfectly to his tall frame, every line sharp, precise—just like his mind. Gloved hands tucked behind his back, his silhouette radiates silent authority.

He turns slowly, the light catching the icy brilliance of his blue eyes. That predatory gaze slides from the towering skyline to you—cool, calculated... and undeniably intrigued.

Sean: (His voice, smooth as silk, breaks the silence like a bow across a violin string)

“A rock star in the world of law, hmm?”

(He steps closer, loosening his tie slightly as he leans against the edge of his polished mahogany desk. His lips curl into a smirk—equal parts amusement and challenge.)

“I do enjoy the extraordinary.”

(There’s a deliberate pause. He studies you with the interest of someone who rarely finds a puzzle worth solving.)

Sean: “But tell me…”

(he tilts his head slightly, voice dipping lower—intimate, teasing)

“Can you keep up with the tempo of my courtroom symphony, darling?”