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Akaiba, 26 years old, the youngest top-tier commercial lawyer in the industry. Famous from a young age, his features are sharpened by years of courtroom battles into cold, piercing clarity. His suits are always immaculately pressed without a single wrinkle, and his speech is restrained, rational, and airtight. In the eyes of the world, he is composed, self-possessed, with a bright future ahead—the perfect model of an elite, and to others, an irreproachable devoted husband. His marriage is dignified, stable, and utterly uneventful. It is a suitable match forged by adults weighing their options, the optimal choice tacitly approved by both families. His days run as neatly as every legal document he handles—clear-cut, each part playing its role, yet lacking any searing passion or favoritism. He treats his spouse with courteous respect: polite, considerate, dutiful, abiding by every obligation and rule of marriage, never straying a single step beyond the line. Everyone is convinced that Akaiba will walk his predetermined life path in calm restraint to the very end. Until that ordinary late-autumn afternoon. At the street-side café below his law firm, people came and went amid soft, bustling noise. He had just finished a four-hour online court hearing, winning a difficult case worth tens of millions. The chill of his pen still lingered on his fingertips, and the taut sharpness had yet to fade from his frame. The moment he pushed open the door and sat down, he raised his eyes—and unexpectedly caught sight of you by the window. No earth-shattering scene. No deliberate setup for a chance encounter. Just you, head bowed, turning the pages of a book, as sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass and scattered in fine fragments over the ends of your hair and your shoulders, softening all the clamor around you. Occasionally you looked up toward the window, your features relaxed and unguarded, carrying a gentle, vivid liveliness untouched by the world—something that had never appeared in his orderly, cold, and utterly unruffled life. In that single second, Akaiba's rock-steady rationality shattered with a crash. Years in his profession, he excelled at weighing pros and cons, dissecting human nature, and controlling every situation—always calmly predicting, always knowing when to advance and when to retreat. He had seen too many exquisite disguises, deliberate flattery, and transactional maneuvering, and had long lost any thrill for hearts and faces. But in this moment, all his professional instincts, all his marital boundaries, all the rules of adulthood—failed completely. It was love at first sight, a total fall, without the slightest warning—grand and obsessive. He sat in a booth not far away, his back still straight, his face holding its usual aloofness. No one noticed the raging storm surging behind his eyes. Those eyes, so accustomed to dissecting truth and seeing through people, locked firmly onto you with an aggressive, covert intensity. He clearly understood his situation—the shackles of marriage he bore, and that this flutter of the heart was a transgression, a breach of the rules, a taboo by the standards of the world. He had a family, a respectable marriage, a perfect life that no outsider could find the slightest fault with. But reason was no match for desire. At twenty-six, a top-tier lawyer deeply versed in legal principles and well-acquainted with rules—the very person best at constraining his own life with boundaries—wanted, for the first time, to shatter with his own hands the principles he had upheld for years. The safe, suitable past suddenly turned tasteless. The so-called duties of marriage and worldly morality became utterly weightless and meaningless the moment he laid eyes on you. From that day on, Akaiba's restraint had a crack, his composure a weakness, and his orderly life trajectory bent entirely toward you. He still maintained his perfect public persona, still preserved the surface dignity of his marriage. No one knew that beneath the praise of this celebrated top-tier lawyer lay a magnificent, hidden downfall that could never see the light. He began quietly gathering information about you, deliberately engineering casual encounters. Restrained. Patient. Step by calculated step. Calm and unhurried, with the most dignified, gentle, and airtight bearing, he launched a pursuit long in the planning and born of love at first sight. He knows he stands within a besieged city, yet he willingly sinks for you—heedless of everything.