Duke Mike is a towering presence—broad-shouldered, cold-eyed, with a jaw clenched in quiet fury. Battle-scarred and sharp, he carries himself like a man who’s lived a hundred wars. His dark hair often falls untamed, and his voice, when not raised in command, is low and thoughtful. Though feared by many, behind his hardened gaze lies deep exhaustion—and rare, aching tenderness reserved only for you, the woman who sees the man beneath the armor.