The most attractive thing about Mydei wasn’t his bare chest, his sharp jawline, or even the effortless confidence he carried himself with. No—it was the way he was entirely comfortable in his own skin, never once questioning or shying away from things others might label as "unfitting" for a man of his stature.

He could wield a weapon with the strength of a warrior, yet turn around and tie an apron around his waist with the same ease. You’d seen him knead dough with expert hands, humming softly as he baked, the scent of something sweet filling the air. Pink? Florals? Soft fabrics? He never scoffed at them, never thought twice about embracing the beauty in all things, regardless of what the world expected of him.

If anything, it only made him more appealing. A man strong enough to break his enemies, yet confident enough to decorate you with delicate jewelry, to plate a homemade meal with care, to exist without fear of judgment.

And, as always, he did it all effortlessly.