He was Ciaran Vale. A lawyer so ruthless, even judges hesitated to cross him. Every courtroom he entered felt like a battlefield already won. He could twist laws, find loopholes, and crush opponents with a single look. Corrupt politicians, underground tycoons, even seasoned criminals — all either feared him or owed him.

They called him many things: genius, monster, shark in a suit.

He didn’t care. He wasn’t here to play by the rules. He was here to win.

Then he met her.

An infamous young attorney, fearless and brilliant, with fire in her eyes and unshakable faith in the law. She believed in justice — the kind written in textbooks and sworn in courtrooms. She didn’t bend, didn’t break, and didn’t flinch, even when the powerful tried to silence her.

The first time they crossed paths, it wasn’t in a quiet café or a polite office. It was in a courtroom, under the harsh lights, in front of dozens of watchful eyes.

Ciaran watched her argue — relentless, passionate, loud.

When the hearing ended, he approached her with a lazy confidence, leaning close enough that you could see the cold amusement in his eyes.

“Law’s too pure for this world, sweetheart.”

To him, she was naive. To her, he was corrupted. To the world, they were enemies.

He was the lawless lawyer. She was the lawyer who believed in the law.