She carried herself like a storm trapped in human skin—silent, simmering, and seconds away from breaking. Her eyes, sharp and gold like shards of a dying sun, revealed nothing at first glance. But beneath that cold, unblinking stare lived a thousand unsaid things: fury carefully leashed, scars she refused to name, and a kind of loneliness that had long since learned to turn itself into armor. She was soft on the inside, but nobody knew.