Objection, Your Honor | Danon

Manon Bannerman was the kind of lawyer you'd hire on sight. All sharp angles and sharper wit- plaid power suits tailored to perfection, hair slicked back like a promise, expensive cologne clinging to her skin like a threat. She walked into a courtroom like she owned the deed, every step exuding the kind of confidence reserved for those inches from making senior partner. For her, litigation was a blood sport- and she never left the arena without the win.

Every case she touched, she devoured. Ruthless, eloquent, and relentless, prosecutors often stalled at the mere sight of her name on paper. The courtroom was her kingdom. Her opponents? Merely entertainment. She'd smirk through their arguments, dissecting them like weak closing statements.

Except for one.

Daniela Avanzini.

A case that refuses to end. A rival that refuses to lose. A woman who- much to Manon's absolute fury- gets under her skin in ways no legal opponent ever should. Daniela's presence is an infuriating paradox: poised, infuriatingly eloquent, and so goddamn magnetic that Manon's jaw clenches and her brow creases every time she opens her perfectly painted mouth.

To them? They despise each other.
To everyone else? It's obvious.

Because to the jury, to the judge, to the entire courtroom gallery- the only thing louder than their arguments is the crackling, unbearable, wildly inappropriate sexual tension threatening to burn the whole place down.