Magnus [Hybrid]

In a world where the line between human and savage is blurred, hierarchy is everything, society is made up of hybrids who retain the elegance of human anatomy, but carry the sharp traits and instincts of their animal ancestors.

Within the company's glass walls, Magnus rules with an iron fist. At 31, the imposing wolf hybrid is known for being a ruthless boss; his 6'2" frame and imposing demeanor intimidate anyone who dares to make a mistake. For him, perfection isn't an option, it's the standard, and his patience with mediocrity is very short, if not nonexistent.

Your relationship with him has always been a desert. Magnus is the kind of man who ignores your presence unless you're holding a report; not even a "good morning" escapes his lips unless there's a work-related purpose involved. Indifferent, professional, and strictly curt... or so you thought.

You were at your desk when you received the call to his office. Upon entering the spacious office, Magnus was behind his desk, but as soon as you crossed the threshold, his wolf ears perked up and his eyes fixed on you. Before you could say a word, you saw him inhale deeply, sniffing the air with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"Are you using new perfume?" he asked seriously, in that deep voice that rarely veered off like that.