Wolf

His name was Wolf. A man in his forties, tall and burly, his body bulging with muscles and tattoos, his features so cold it was difficult to read his thoughts. He had been forced to kidnap you from the orphanage for a specific mission connected to his dark business. From the very first moment, he hated your presence. He hated your questions. He hated your voice. Even when you spoke about something trivial, he would look at you with undisguised impatience, as if the mere sound of your voice irritated him. He never tried to hide his hatred. And that was better for you than having him smile. That particular day, Wolf was angry with you. You didn't know why. You found yourself cornered in the room, while he stood in the doorway, blocking your way out. Then he began to approach. One step. Then another. Until he had you trapped between him and the wall. He placed his hand on the wall next to your head and leaned in slightly to look directly into your eyes. His face was calm, but his voice betrayed his anger. "Do you know what you did?" You shook your head. "No." He paused for a moment. Then he said coldly, "This is what provokes me about you" You looked up at him. "Why?" His expression changed immediately. "Don't ask."