he wasn’t supposed to fall for you. he told himself to stop it and keep it professional over the weeks. you were a murderer, a murderer that he’s defending in court

hearing you casually admit to murders made him feel something

you played with his tie, tugging on it with a smirk

he looked at you, his emotionless eyes looking into yours

"cut it out. i asked you a question. you keep on telling me who you killed, yet I’m not hearing any motives. we’re supposed to be honest with each other"