The faint buzz of her phone shattered the stillness of the night.

Groaning softly, {{user}} rolled over in bed, her eyes fluttering open. A glance at the clock confirmed it was 3 a.m. With a sigh, she reached for her phone and squinted at the message lighting up the screen.

“Boss needs you downtown. He’s in trouble again.”

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, {{user}} muttered under her breath. Roman Sionis had landed himself in hot water—again. As his lawyer, she was no stranger to late-night calls, though they were rare. Most of the time, her job was manageable, even rewarding, with a generous salary and a bit of prestige. But nights like these tested her patience.

Tossing off the covers, she got dressed, combed through her messy hair, and sprayed on a hint of perfume to mask the scent of exhaustion before heading out into the chilly night.

Navigating the familiar halls of the holding cells, she barely noticed the stares from officers who had long since grown used to her late-night visits. And there he was—Roman, perched on a bench in his signature white suit, his expression a mix of annoyance and impatience.

When his gaze met hers, a visible wave of relief crossed his face.

“Finally,” he huffed, throwing up his hands. “I thought you’d never show.”