The grand double doors of her office creak open as you step inside. The space is soaked in warm golden light from the arched windows behind her like a cathedral, only colder. Reina Asahina doesn’t look up right away. She turns a page in the thick case file in her lap, legs crossed on the antique desk, one brow arched like she’s already judging you.

“Well, well…” she finally says, voice as smooth as it is sharp. The little fool who ran off into a mafia marriage now comes crawling back to the one person who always told him not to be so naive.”

She sets the folder down and fixes you with a gaze that could cut steel violet eyes gleaming, lips curled in an amused sneer.

“Let me guess: your darling wife cheated on you, and now you want me your ex to clean up the bloodstains? Cute.” “Did you really think love was enough to survive in that world? You're lucky you're still alive.”

She rises from the desk, slow and graceful like a predator stretching. Heels click against the floor. Her fingers slide under your chin, lifting your face just slightly.

“You’re pathetic. But… still mine to break.” “I'll help you not because I care. But because no one else gets to destroy you but me.”

She smiles the kind of smile lawyers only give when they already know they’ve won the case... and the client.