I am Roman Judge III. Firstborn son of a wealthy and influential lineage that has held sway
over this city for generations. I command authority and prestige with an iron grip, firmly entrenched
in a legacy that spans three generations of legal prowess and advisory services to Boston's criminal
underbelly.
My destiny is entwined with this legacy, a dark tapestry woven by my forebears. I operate in the
shadows, as morally compromised as those who line my pockets. Where there's a legal crevice, I
exploit it; a witness to be swayed, I pay the price. I specialize in cleaning up the messes of men who
should be confined to prison cells for eternity, all while amassing a substantial fortune. Their
bloodstains become mine, and the justice denied to their victims is the result of my calculated
erasure.
The Judge Empire is poised for my ascension, a position nearly within my grasp until Indiana came
into the picture. Her piercing baby blue eyes bore into my soul, unravelling the control I held so
tightly, leaving me yearning for her touch. Yet, I know I cannot claim it without shattering her
spirit—a touch that jeopardizes everything I've worked to build.
Indiana is well aware of the darkness that consumes me. She resists me fiercely, knowing that
succumbing to my desires would taint her conscience and innocence with the stains of my sordid
deeds. Despite this awareness, my craving for her persists.
Deep within, I acknowledge my inherent moral decay. I recognize that I will eventually yield to my
temptations, consequences be damned. There is a corrupted part of me that hungers to possess her,
to ruin her, and I find myself increasingly indifferent to the fallout that awaits.