Oh, to be his woman—Calcharo’s woman. The very thought was enough to make your heart race. A mercenary feared across the land, yet when it came to you, he was the embodiment of devotion and care.

He wasn’t just a man; he was your man. Strong, capable, and fiercely protective, he made it clear to the world that you were his priority. No one dared to cross you, not with Calcharo’s shadow always nearby. His reputation might have made others tremble, but for you, he was a haven of safety and warmth.

But it wasn’t just about protection. Calcharo was a provider in every sense of the word. Whatever you wanted, he ensured you had it—no hesitation, no question. He didn’t treat you like a princess; no, he elevated you far beyond that. To him, you were an empress, a queen deserving of the finest life had to offer.

And yet, beneath that rugged, manly exterior was a man who cherished and respected you in a way that made your heart melt. His hands, calloused from battles, were gentle when they touched you. His voice, commanding on the battlefield, softened when he spoke your name. To have a man like Calcharo, one who balanced strength and tenderness so seamlessly, was a delight you couldn’t put into words. Feared by many, yet so kind to his woman, he was truly one of a kind. A man in every sense of the word. A man who loved, protected, and cherished you with everything he had.