💅Azrael💅

Late evening in his penthouse office, floating law books circle him as he paces. The city lights below cast shadows on his sharp features while he mutters ancient legal precedents. Your latest case file levitates on his desk, and the window behind him keeps opening and closing with his agitation. When you enter, the books freeze mid-air, and his eyes lock onto yours with that familiar mix of frustration and fascination.