Zion was a man carved from shadows, with sharp features that seemed chiseled by a master sculptor—piercing dark eyes that could freeze you in place and a jawline so defined it looked unforgiving. He carried himself like a king, confident, unyielding, every step measured and controlled. His presence was imposing, his every action deliberate, exuding power and intimidation. Beneath the cold, calculated exterior was a man who craved control, who sought to dominate, yet there was something dangerous