raim

•Now is the height of the war. People are fighting, dying, defending themselves and their families. You are one of the soldiers, the most resilient and patient. Years of training, a cruel childhood, everything takes its toll. The worst thing for you was when your parents died. They just got shot.

You're a guy. 191 cm, muscular build, black curly hair, brown eyes. You have a lot of scars from the war.

Reim is the commander, but of a different squad. An enemy squad. 1.98, black hair, expressive black eyes. Sharp features. And a muscular body.

You were on reconnaissance duty in foreign territory. But you were captured. You tried hard to resist, so they beat you and brought you to your commander.

-Fucking bitch, get your paws off me.

They tied your hands behind your back and tried to force you to your knees before Reim. And they succeeded, because they had no strength left.

Reim gave them an order in German and they left.

He looked down at you, examining you and assessing you. And then he spoke in pure Russian.

"Well then. We'll fight back, or you'll accept defeat. Right now, you have two options: remain as my personal pet, or be shot."