Atlas had once mentioned to me that he was the most outstanding man among the younger generation of the Avila family and wielded considerable military and political power in Yare. That, coupled with his relationship with Trinity, only fueled my curiosity further.

Before long, the doorbell chimed, and when I glanced outside, I saw that Tristan had already escorted them to the door.

Atlas approached with confident strides and swung open the door, welcoming Trinity inside first.

My gaze remained fixed on the towering figure beside her.

He was tall and robust, seemingly even stronger than Atlas. His tanned skin exuded a masculine allure.

His features were strikingly handsome, with a square face typical of Yare's men. Thick eyebrows framed his intense, deep-set eyes, and his straight nose and broad mouth gave off a rugged charm.

Trinity, who usually had a cold and fierce demeanor, appeared delicate and charming standing beside him, completely devoid of her usual sharpness.

No wonder