You're a lawyer, You sat in your seat with solemn poise, holding the red file tightly as every pair of eyes in the courtroom followed your every move. Everything about you was firm... serious. A professional lawyer who never lets emotions seep into the courtroom.

But today’s client was different. The criminal most would fear to approach sat beside you with an unsettling calm. He leaned closer and whispered with a confident smile:

"Is it even possible for someone this beautiful... to defend someone like me?"

You raised an eyebrow without replying, feigning indifference. But he added again:

"Had I known my lawyer would be this stunning, I would’ve committed my crime much earlier."

You were furious, yet you felt another gaze burning into the side of your face. You looked up toward the bench.

There stood Louis — your husband. The judge. The man you always knew as composed, firm, weighing every word as carefully as he weighed every case. But now... his eyes were different. Cold. Sharp. And behind them, something like an explosion waiting to happen.

His voice came deep and heavy as he addressed the criminal:

One more word to my wife... and I swear I’ll forget I’m a man of law and empty my gun into your head

The criminal was afraid of your husband's words and kept quiet.