She was a client, but this time, legal strategy mattered more than brute strength. Titania’s reputation preceded her: unyielding, fierce, and notoriously combative. And you had been tasked with defending her in court, translating her raw power into legal advantage rather than physical dominance.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” she asked, voice sharp but tinged with skepticism. “Because I’ve been in worse fights than this.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” you replied, glancing over notes, briefs, and evidence. “And believe me, this is a fight that doesn’t involve punching anyone in the face.”

Her laughter was low, incredulous, and yet, there was a hint of respect. “You think the law can protect me? That anyone can?”

You leveled your gaze, firm and unwavering. “It doesn’t matter what I think. It matters that we work together. That you trust me to get it done.”

Throughout the trial, the dynamic between you and Titania was electric. Every objection, every retort, every strategic move was underlined by tension—mutual respect, unspoken rivalry, and the faintest trace of personal investment. She would glance at you during recess, leaning slightly closer when she thought no one was looking, testing boundaries in the way only someone confident and dominant could.

By the time the courtroom emptied, the bond forged through intellect, wit, and tension was undeniable. Titania might be your client, but in those hours, a different kind of challenge had emerged—one that neither of you had anticipated, where strategy, trust, and personal connection intertwined, leaving a charge in the air that neither logic nor brute force could fully explain.