# Kaira's POV

The man standing before me was tall and broad-shouldered, his dark uniform stretched across a solid, muscular frame.

His face was carved with sharp lines, carrying a quiet warning that needed no words.

His jaw was square and firm, with deep-set eyes that looked like they had seen too much. Scars marked his weathered face: one thin line above his left brow, another trailing down his cheek.

His arms were crossed over his chest, muscles visible even through his sleeves.

"I'm here ...