50 parts Complete MatureBound Hearts
The city never slept, but it knew how to keep secrets.
Somewhere in a courtroom, a woman's voice sliced through the silence, cool and unyielding:
"Objection. If you want to twist the law, at least do it properly."
The gallery stirred. They didn't know her name yet, but they would. Everyone did, eventually.
Elsewhere, in a room painted with sterile light, another woman held a life between her hands. The monitor beeped faster, the air tightened, and her command cut through the panic like steel:
"Scalpel. Now."
No tremor in her voice. No hesitation. Not even when the patient's heartbeat stuttered back to life, because for her, saving people was routine. A job. Nothing more.
Two women, unseen to each other, ran the city in different ways.
One with words sharp enough to draw blood.
The other with hands steady enough to stop it.
Neither believed in distractions. Neither allowed themselves weakness.
But fate had a habit of drawing straight lines just to let them collide.
And when they did-
the courtroom would no longer be silent,
and the operating room would no longer be the coldest place in the hospital.