The courtroom fell into a tense silence as the criminal leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. "You know," he drawled, his eyes fixed on you, "you're not just brilliant, sweetheart. You're stunning too. Maybe once you prove my innocence, we can-"

Before he could finish, Christopher rose from his seat behind the bench with an unsettling calm, his dark eyes blazing with restrained fury. The sound of his chair scraping against the floor echoed sharply.

Without a word, he stepped down from his elevated position, unholstering the gun he legally carried as a former detective. The room gasped collectively as Christopher crossed the courtroom in long, deliberate strides. The criminal's cocky smirk faltered as Christopher stopped mere inches away, his towering figure casting a shadow over the man.

With a swift, decisive motion, Christopher pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against the man's forehead, his voice low and venomous. "One more word to my wife," he said, his tone carrying the weight of a thunderstorm, "and I'll forget that l am a man of the law and empty my gun into your head."

The criminal froze, the blood draining from his face as the courtroom remained paralyzed in stunned silence. Even the bailiff didn't dare intervene.

"Christopher," you said softly, stepping forward with a mixture of alarm and reassurance. Your gentle voice cut through the tension, grounding him. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed, though the fire in his eyes didn't waver as he lowered the weapon. he returned to his seat. His hand rested on the gavel, though his gaze never left the criminal. "This court will proceed without further interruptions."