I thought pain had made me immune. Until he appeared in my world—in a black robe by day, pure sin by night. He is the law that wants to bend me; I am the defender who bites back.
Between files and glances, we collide like spark and we interrogate each other with words, condemn each other with touches. He sees my crack, the loss I hide behind rouge and paragraphs. I see his darkness, which he masks with discipline and that only breathes after midnight. We hate what we see in each other, and crave exactly that. In closed rooms, a whisper is enough, and all the rules meant to protect me become chains that he loosens.
But every confession has a career or heart. Loyalty or survival.
When his truth comes to light and my past is turned against us, only one question
Can something born in shadows withstand the judgment of love—or will it be executed without appeal?
Under his Command is a dark, breathless enemies-to-lovers romance—judge vs. defense attorney, taboo and power imbalance, slow-burn heat, morally gray antihero and redemption—in which guilt, grief, and desire collide, and two souls would rather burn than freeze in the law.