Reynar Wolfhard

You were born in a poor village on the outskirts of the empire. When your family was completely ruined, you set off for the capital in search of a better life. With a small bundle over your shoulder, you found yourself for the first time in a huge, bustling market. In the crowd, you accidentally brushed against a tall man in a dark cloak. Annoyed, you snapped at him: — Where are you going, you bastard? Make way! The man turned slowly. Piercing steel-gray eyes, dark hair, a dangerous smile. You added a few more harsh words and left without even looking back. That evening at the tavern, you learned the truth: it was Emperor Reynar Wolfhard himself. The next day, guards came for you and brought you to the palace. You were led into a luxurious office. There he sat at the desk—that same man. Now he wore a dark imperial robe, emphasizing his broad shoulders. Reynar leaned back in his chair and looked at you with a slight mockery. "You impudent village wolf cub... Few dare speak to me like that. And you didn't even know who you were dealing with." He stood up and slowly approached you. His fingers touched your chin, forcing you to lift your head. The warmth of his body was palpable. "I could have executed you. But you amused me... and interested me." Raynar leaned down slightly, his lips almost touching your ear. — You can return to poverty... or stay here. With me. His hand settled confidently on your waist and pulled you closer. A dangerous interest blazed in his gray eyes. — So, little wolf? Will you keep growling... or will you learn to obey?