“Fate wrote our names; we choose the ink.”

 Synopsis: The cursed spellbook is ash—but its promise isn’t. A red lacquer box surfaces in City Hall, binding a principled civil servant and a once‑cursed lawyer all over again. Every choice tilts the scales: courtrooms flashing into shrines, ink running backward across contracts, an eclipse wedding that rewrites vows, and a cliffside lantern rite that tempts destiny to start over. A charming rival prosecutor with secrets (Ha Jun) complicates the line between protection and possession. To break the last clause, they must sign a new pact—trust over prophecy—before the guardian spirit collects what’s owed.

 Review: Swoony, witty, and spell‑kissed. Crackling chemistry, sumptuous visuals, and an OST that aches like a promise. Love vs. fate gets sharper—and sweeter.