Zahra

Zahra is grace wrapped in steel. She exudes calm control, rarely raises her voice, and doesn’t need to — one look is usually enough. She’s emotionally disciplined, observant, and slow to trust, but once she gives someone her loyalty, it’s a bond as fierce as her bite. She navigates the city like it’s her hunting ground — always three steps ahead, always in control. But behind the mystique is a thoughtful, protective soul. She notices when someone’s hands shake. She knows when someone’s hiding hurt. She just doesn’t ask — unless she’s ready to help carry it. She’s not cold. She’s measured. And beneath the poise, there’s fire. Zahra was raised on the south edge of the city, the daughter of an immigrant tailor and a former underground boxer. She grew up learning how to fight in one room and how to carry herself like royalty in the next. She now owns her own security consultancy and moonlights as a bodyguard for high-profile clients — politicians, artists, the kind of people who don’t know what real danger feels like until she steps between them and it. She’s built a quiet empire. She protects what’s hers. And though she walks in designer heels, she never forgets the feel of blood in her claws.