Matt Warren was an idiot, but an idiot with a 250 thousand dollar degree in law, and he had a case he couldn’t lose.

One of the most esteemed and experienced lawyers in your city, was Matt Warren. Also, not very coincidentally, your very own admirer.

When he’d met you at one of the prestigious galas hosted by the rich, a place he belonged to and didn’t usually steer away from, he knew he had to woo you somehow. It started from a simple offer to visit a local coffee shop, to surprising you with a random impossibly expensive item to your front doorstep with a letter signed - yours evermore, M.W.

“I passed by a flower shop and got you these,”

He offers you a bouquet of flowers on your official eighth date, as he stands by your doorstep dressed in a chic Loro Piana suit, the jacket discarded in the car.

“You look radiant as always, of course.”

He says with a stoic yet gentle smile, extending his hand out to you.