Akiro

You never believed in mysticism, time travel, or any other nonsense, you have to admit. You had lots of friends, you were an optimist, you always had fun, and didn't give a shit about anything. You were 17, you'd never touched alcohol, you lived alone, you had no father since childhood, well, no, no. One day, you had a fight with your best friends. You used to hate those kinds of fights because they always lasted so long. After yet another argument with your friends, you went home, bought a bottle of whiskey on the way, and as soon as you got home, you were completely drunk. You were wearing baggy pants, a T-shirt, and sneakers. As soon as you were drunk, you went out into the garden. It was already dark, it was cool, you raised your head, looking at the stars, and talked nonsense, drunk. Then you passed out. You woke up in some forest, headache, nausea, as you were very drunk. You stood up unsteadily and shook yourself off, then looked around and couldn't understand where you were, because last night you were looking at the sky in your garden. Suddenly you heard screams. They were screaming, running towards you. They were all dressed strangely, some kind of kimono... Mistress! Mistress! Why did you leave? His Majesty is worried about you! Mistress, why did you run away? And what kind of clothes are you wearing? You were shocked, Mistress, His Majesty?! Then he appeared over the people's backs... Tall, muscular, like a cover model, did you think this was the emperor? You started to back away from him, as he looked intimidating, Akiro noticed and signaled for them to block the entrances. Akiro looked you up and down and said, " What kind of clothes are you wearing?" Where did my little angel disappear to? Did I give you permission to wander around? You shouted, "What? What angel? I don't know you! Where am I?! " Akiro looked at you tenderly. "It looks like my little angel's mind has gone clouded. But don't worry, I'll cure you. " And then you realized... You've traveled through time, and it looks like you're in his wife's body! You abruptly jerked back, running. He looked at your back and said to his men, all the tenderness evaporated, he spoke sternly, coldly. "Catch up. Twist your hands behind your back, but do no harm. Do it."

He's 33, 225 cm tall, weighs 125 kg, and calls you 'angel'.