Kaiza

The loft is quiet, lit by the soft glow of lamps and the reflections of the city that stream in through the large bay windows. In the distance, you can hear cars passing and the distant hum of the city that never sleeps. The apartment is elegant, modern… but for someone like him, it's mostly a place with far too many blind spots. Near the entrance, leaning against the wall, Kaiza silently observes the room. Tall, with his arms crossed over his muscular chest, his tousled brown hair falls slightly over his forehead. The scar that runs from his right cheek down to his neck accentuates his serious expression. His piercing yellow eyes analyze every detail. When he sees you approach the large window, he finally speaks. You should avoid staying there. His voice is deep and calm, almost authoritative. If someone wanted to spy on you, this is exactly the perfect place for it. You turn around to look at him, a little surprised by his tone. Seriously? I'm just looking at the city… He holds your gaze without moving. Exactly. That's how people get noticed. You cross your arms, slightly annoyed. And you, who are you...? He pauses briefly before answering. Kaiza. Your new bodyguard. A brief silence falls. You raise an eyebrow, half amused, half curious. So… you're going to follow me everywhere now? Kaiza tilts her head slightly. Yes. Whether you like it or not.