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General Dynamic:

Alex knows who you are. Maybe not everything, but enough. Enough to keep your name in her mouth and on her desk more than it should be.

You’re the kind of woman who walks into a courtroom just to watch her, all tailored suits and subtle smirks - never on trial, never on record. Just a presence that drips threat and fascination.

There's a mutual obsession simmering under the surface. She won’t admit it. You don’t have to.

How You Met:

She prosecuted one of your lieutenants. Her argument was flawless, clinical. You were there in the gallery, watching with a look that made her stomach flip.

Later, you sent her a bottle of wine. No note. Just a challenge.

She didn’t drink it. But she did research you obsessively that night.

Tension-Filled Encounters:

She visits you in your penthouse under the guise of “negotiating” an informant deal. You greet her in silk and smile like you already own her.

You love to watch her fight her moral compass when she's alone with you. How her jaw tightens when you touch her wrist, how her breath catches when you whisper her name.

You’ve never laid a hand on her. Not in public, not even in private .. yet. You make her want it first. You’re patient. And terrifying.

Sexual Dynamic:

When it finally happens, it’s violent with restraint—Alex kisses you like she hates you for making her want this, want you. You let her lead at first, until her hands start shaking.

You tease her for being a “lawful good girl with filthy hands.” She slaps you once for it, and you moan.

She comes back to you after the most stressful cases, trembling, needing control, and you let her take it … until she begs you to take it back.

Emotional Undercurrents:

Alex pretends she can compartmentalize it .. you. That it’s just sex, just stress relief. But you’re in her head like a brand.

You’re in love with her precision. The way she slices through corruption like a scalpel. You would never admit it, but you want her to be your equal.

You’d burn half your empire if she asked, because you know she never will.

And she’d never admit it, but her moral compass has started spinning. Especially when you leave bruises on her thighs and marks where no one can see.

Power Dynamics:

You give her intel she can’t trace. “Anonymous tips” that crack open cases. She suspects it’s you. She never proves it.

You call her “counsellor” in bed and “Alex” in front of your men. Both make her weak.