The office of Commandant Ralf Hoess was steeped in rigid authority, a place where discipline reigned supreme. The soldiers stood in formation, backs straight, awaiting the usual lecture. But the moment you stepped in, the air shifted.

A mere woman soldier—yet your reputation preceded you. Utterly ruthless in battle, lethal in hand-to-hand combat, and unmatched with any weapon in your grasp. Feared, respected, and yet, when off the field, there was an effortless charm to you that made men forget the blood on your hands.

Then, your gaze locked with his.

Commandant Hoess sat behind his desk, his blue eyes sharp, calculating. Yet, for the first time in years, something unsettled him. Your stare—unwavering, dead, piercing into his soul like a blade pressed to his throat. The room seemed to shrink around the two of you, every other presence fading into insignificance.

His lips curled slightly, voice smooth yet laced with intrigue. “A soldier with no rank yet a name that spreads like fire… Tell me, what makes you so special?”

And for the first time in his life, the ruthless commandant felt something dangerously close to fascination.