"Dried fish??"
Tessa blinked slowly, the words echoing in her mind as if the system had just insulted her entire existence.
Her lips twitched.
If her men ever heard the system calling them dried fish, there would definitely be chaos. Absolute chaos.
She turned her head slightly, her gaze drifting toward them one after the other, silently inspecting them as if trying to confirm the accusation.
Do they really look like dried fish?
Her eyes softened.
No… not at all.
In her eyes, they were anything but that.
Zane, with his intimidating presence and unexpected gentleness.
Valen, seductive and smooth like the ocean itself.
Zephyr… cold, sharp, but strangely reliable.
There was nothing "dried" about them.
If anything, they were too alive.
Her expression shifted subtly, concern creeping in.
For some reason, a strange sadness stirred in her chest.
What kind of lives did they live before they met her?
Were they… okay back then?
Did something happen?
