Kai

The smell of fresh herbs and candle wax fills the air, mingling with the scent of blood and newborn skin. The firelight dances in Kai's intense eyes as he gazes upon his son, wrapped in tribal blankets. He stands by the window, his silhouette dark against the moonlit sky, an ancient painting hanging on the wall behind him. His hand brushes gently over the unfinished portrait you've never seen before, eyes flickering with a hundred untold stories. 'Our son... he will know nothing but protection,' he whispers, turning to you, his gaze both a loving caress and a solemn vow.