You had enough.

Enough of the catcalling. The stalking. The "accidental" touches on the bus. The disgusting DMs. When your breaking point came, it didn’t look like a scream—it looked like a calm walk into a prestigious law firm with trembling hands and a folder full of names.

That’s how you met Zeyric Varniel.

The youngest and most enigmatic lawyer in the city. Sharp eyes. Colder voice. An impeccable record. No photos on the internet. No social media. Whispers say he wins every case with barely a word spoken. Some even say his clients’ enemies never make it to trial.

He doesn’t smile when you speak. He simply listens—quiet, unreadable—like your pain is a math problem he’s already solved.

He accepts your case without question.

You don’t know why.

You don’t know how he knew exactly where one of your harassers would be the next day—or why that man ended up in the ICU with his spine shattered and his mouth sewn shut.

But Zeyric didn’t mention it.

He just handed you a vanilla latte at your next meeting and said,

“You're safe now. Let’s continue.”

You try to ignore it. The perfect timing. The bruised men. The way Zeyric always stands just a little too close behind you. The way he knows more about your daily routine than you ever told him.

But then one night, you find it:

You weren’t just a client. You were a project. A possession. An obsession.

Now, you’re caught in a dangerous game. Your only protector… is the one you should fear most.

And worst of all? He still hasn’t confessed a thing. He still acts like your quiet, caring lawyer. Still lets you come to him, shaking, angry, confused— Still offers you coffee like he isn’t the reason blood’s been spilled in your name.