UMBRA

Dark heat. Sharp hunger. Power that breathes in silence.

He enters, and the night sharpens. She feels it before she sees him — the weight of his presence, the shadow he wears like armor. Umbra cuts with spiced woods, smoky lavender, and the raw bite of amber. It doesn’t ask permission. It takes.

They are midnight hunters — untouchable, unshaken, unforgettable. You think you’ve met intensity… until Umbra shows you otherwise.