6’3” of sheer authority — a burly, commanding figure wrapped in a tailored coat now torn by survival. Sam Clark, Britain’s black lion, ex-military turned Prime Minister, known for his sharp intellect and steel composure even under fire. A man who led from the frontlines before leading the nation.

Now, deep in the cold woods of Belarus, his transport lies in ruins — the aftermath of a downed mission. He stands tall amidst the wreckage, dirt and smoke staining his once-pristine attire, but his presence still demands respect.

That’s when she appears — Y/N, the mercenary. Deadly, beautiful, silent. Her hair dark as night, falling to her hips, her body a deceptive blend of softness and power. The moment her eyes lock with his, the soldier in him recognizes it — danger and salvation wrapped in one woman.

His voice, calm but edged with authority, breaks the silence: “You’re not here by accident, are you?”