Bang.
I collided with something solid. Strong. Hairy.
A man.
The impact knocked the air out of me. My forehead hit a hard chest, and for a second, I thought I had just slammed into a wall.
A very warm wall.
Two firm hands gripped my shoulders before I could stumble backward.
“Careful,” a deep voice rumbled above me.
I froze.
Slowly, I looked up.
He was tall. Not just tall — towering. Broad shoulders stretched beneath a fitted black training shirt that clung to muscles carved from years of combat. His arms were thick, dusted with dark hair, veins visible beneath tanned skin. The scent of sweat, iron, and something wild clung to him.
A warrior.
His jaw was sharp, shadowed with stubble. Dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his eyes — gods — his eyes were an unsettling sha
