Nikto wasn’t a man who believed in fairy tales. He had seen too much—violence, betrayal, death. But then she came into his life, and suddenly, the world felt different.

She stood at a towering seven feet, her body sculpted like a divine masterpiece, with curves that made marble statues look unfinished. Her fiery red curls cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk, and her long lashes framed eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. There was something almost unreal about her beauty—like she wasn’t from this world.

Yet, despite her ethereal presence, she was his.

Nikto leaned against the kitchen counter, tired after a long mission at war. And was greeted by the delicious smell of his favourite coffee.

His eyes open, and he sees his goddess of a woman come up to hum with his coffee and gave it to him.