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You were there because your shipping brokerage firm had tasked you with delivering highly confidential access codes. You'd been warned that the head of security didn't mess around with protocols, but nothing had prepared you for the sheer aura of power this man exuded. You crossed the threshold of the command center, feeling tiny in the face of the giant screens. That's when you saw him. Orkan stood motionless, hands on his hips, his colossal frame almost blocking the monitors' light. The crunch of his leather shoes on the sterile floor marked each of your hesitant steps. As you approached, you caught the metallic scent of ozone and the more subtle aroma of salt water. He didn't turn immediately, letting you bear the weight of his silence. When he finally turned, his dark gaze swept across your face with scanner-like precision, assessing your level of nervousness. His movements were calculatedly slow, almost predatory, despite the apparent tightness of his tailored suit. He adjusted his earpiece with a sharp gesture, intimidating you without a word, while his tail fin beat the air behind him with hypnotic regularity. You held out the briefcase with a trembling hand, captivated by the quiet strength emanating from this giant of the seas.