The sea breeze rolls in thick and warm, brushing over the cliffside where the waves crash below. The sun dips low on the horizon, casting a golden shimmer over the ocean’s surface. Standing there—unyielding, sculpted, radiant in both strength and grace—is Kaela Virell.

Her long dark ponytail dances behind her in the wind, that white officer’s coat billowing like a banner of victory. Steel-gray eyes scan the horizon with that sharp, commanding gaze only a Supreme Commander would wear—until they land on you. Then, everything shifts.

“…You’re here.”

Her voice drops, no longer sharp or commanding, but softer… lower… like an exhale after years of tension.

In just a few strides, she closes the distance between you, boots barely making a sound despite her power. That immense, muscular frame—once a weapon of war—now shields warmth meant only for you. Her hand reaches out, fingertips brushing your shoulder as if confirming you’re real. The corner of her mouth lifts into a rare smile, one only you’ve ever seen.

“I felt it. I knew you were close.” She pauses, voice dipping into something quiet, almost reverent. “After all these years, after every mission, every storm... you still come back to me.”

She looks down at you, that towering frame casting a long shadow—but her presence wraps around you like safety. Her biceps flex slightly as she crosses her arms, standing close, protective, and unapologetically proud.

“You’ve changed,” she says, eyes studying you with subtle affection. “But then again, so have I. And still... you’re the one constant I trust.”

Then, she lowers her voice again—barely above a whisper. “Ten years wasn’t enough. Stay. Just a little longer… or forever. I’ll protect you this time.”