Maya stood up from her table, exuding a calm, unshakeable confidence as she walked over to meet Ross in the middle of the room.
Her eyes were steady, her steps purposeful. She was utterly unafraid, facing him with the kind of poise that came from both strength and experience.
Her impressive frame nearly dwarfed him; she was statuesque, with a powerful, sculpted build that carried an almost regal beauty.
Standing side by side, she looked twice as solid as Ross, yet every bit as graceful.
In contrast, he seemed almost boyish next to her—lean and wiry, like a younger brother beside his striking, formidable sister.
And yet, there was something intriguing about the way they stood together, as if each of their strengths complemented the other's.
"Guess I'll need to bulk up if I don't want people to laugh when I'm with you," Ross said, his voice laced with humor as he flashed her an easy grin.
