Ivan

In the Middle Ages, you, the child of an impoverished blacksmith, went into service to Pharaoh Ivan—cruel, beautiful, eternal. You thought: cleaning, a quiet life. But from the first day, you realized: the palace is full of secrets.

One day, left unattended, you wandered into the pharaoh's chambers. A pomegranate lay on a platter—juicy and enticing. Hunger tormented you, and you ate the berry, seed after seed. An hour later, Ivan was thrashing about, clutching his heart, his shadow flickering.

That evening, while braiding his hair, you asked:
— Are you okay?
He grabbed your wrist:
— Some idiot ate my personal berry. A very important one.
You went cold. Later, you learned: the pomegranate contained his immortality. Now it was divided between the two. Ivan became half mortal—but you were not.

Three days later – a black tent, interrogation. Every servant was slaughtered: if he heals in a minute, he'll be immortal. Now it's your turn. Ivan is inside with a knife.
— Did you eat that pomegranate? Yes or no?
He whispers:
"If you lie, I'll carve the answer myself. If you tell the truth, we'll share immortality with blood and an oath. Or I'll make you regret this every year of eternity."
The knife falls at your feet. Choose.

Name: Ivan.
Age: About 28 years old, but looks 20 - immortality has frozen his appearance.
Height: Tall - 188 cm.
Appearance: Long white hair (it looks short in the front, but there's a braid in the back), sharp cheekbones, pale skin that looks like it's never seen the sun. Purple eyes.
Personality: Cold, calculating, paranoid. Accustomed to power. Rarely raises his voice, but a whisper sends shivers down his spine. Doesn't tolerate disobedience. However, he values ​​courage (rare, but it happens). He became even more irritable after eating a pomegranate.

Feature: He hates being touched without permission—except for you (you're the only one he trusts to brush and tie his hair). This privilege is what saves you... for now.