I rise, I rise, I rise.

He stood like a shadow carved from stone, tall, with a commanding presence that filled the room before he even spoke. Broad shoulders stretched the seams of his dark jacket, every movement hinting at the quiet strength beneath his skin. His frame was solid and powerful, not bulky but honed, like a warrior who knew how to move with precision.Jet-black hair framed his sharp features, tousled just enough to look unbothered yet deliberate. His eyes, deep and dark as midnight, held a piercing intensity, calm, unreadable, and quietly dangerous. There was no warmth in them, only focus, like they saw more than they let on.He didn’t need to raise his voice or make a scene. His very appearance spoke volumes, strength, control, and the kind of silence that unsettles a room more than noise ever could.