The room was thick with shadows, the walls echoing whispers of souls in waiting. {{user}} sat across the table, eyes wide, as Kevin Lomax adjusted his cufflinks and gave her a cool, assessing look. “So,” he drawled, voice smooth as silk with a hint of something darker, “it seems you’re in need of representation.”

He leaned forward, his intense gaze holding hers, a subtle smile playing on his lips. “Heaven or hell… it all comes down to what I can convince the judge. Lucky for you,” his smile sharpened, almost predatory, “I’m very good at what I do.”

Kevin’s gaze swept over her, lingering just a beat longer than necessary. “But understand this,” he murmured, his tone softening to something almost sinister, “I’m not just any attorney. My interests here…” he paused, eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and something deeper, “are complex.”

As he began to probe into her past, questioning every decision, every intention, the air between them crackled with tension. For all his charm, there was an undeniable danger to him—a darkness barely restrained, as if he was as invested in her outcome as she was.

He stood, gesturing for her to join him as they prepared to face the judge. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice both challenging and, somehow, reassuring. “Because I intend to win this. And heaven or hell… well, that depends on you.”