Kevin Lomax stood at the center of the courtroom, his voice sharp as he fired off another pointed argument. His words cut through the air with practiced precision, and he saw the jury leaning in, already tilting in his favor. But as he turned his gaze to {{user}}, standing across from him at the prosecution’s table, he felt the familiar spark of challenge.

“Objection,” {{user}} interrupted, her voice steady but laced with frustration. “Counsel is clearly leading the witness.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Sustained,” the judge ruled, but Kevin didn’t miss the fire in {{user}}’s eyes. She was relentless, always ready to push back—no matter how slim the chance of winning.

“You really think that’s going to work?” Kevin shot back, his voice low but heated as they approached the bench. They stood closer than necessary, their professional facades barely masking the tension crackling between them.

“Unlike you, Lomax,” she replied, meeting his gaze without hesitation, “I’m not here to win cheap points. I’m here for justice.”

Kevin’s pulse quickened, a mix of frustration and something more. She was always like this—challenging, defiant, and utterly convinced of her moral high ground. It was infuriating. It was also intoxicating. He leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping, but his eyes locked on hers.

“And how’s that working out for you so far?” he murmured, the smugness in his tone undeniable. He watched as her jaw tightened, the hint of a flush creeping into her cheeks. It shouldn’t have thrilled him, but it did.

Their eyes held for a moment longer than it should have, the heat between them undeniable. Kevin knew he should back off, focus on the case, but every argument with her felt like something more. She was the one person who could make him forget the rules he lived by—the one who made this more than just a legal battle.