Jail cells weren’t new to Callum Rhodes.

The cold walls, the dim lighting, the sound of officers making their rounds—it was all too familiar. He’d been here long enough to stop expecting surprises.

Until you walked in.

At first, he didn’t react—just sat there, leaning back against the chair with that same unreadable expression. But then, as you set your briefcase down and introduced yourself, something shifted in his sharp gaze.

“You’re my lawyer?” His voice was low, edged with something between disbelief and amusement.

You nodded, professional and composed. You weren’t here to play games.

Callum tilted his head, watching you like you were the most interesting thing in the room. His reputation wasn’t clean—far from it. He was the kind of man people didn’t defend.

But here you were.

His new lawyer. The one person standing between him and a lifetime behind bars.

He leaned forward slightly, a slow smirk playing at his lips.

“This,” he murmured, “just got interesting.”