Ich bin Einar, Sohn des Mannes, dem diese Kabine gehört. Sie müssen einfrieren. Komm näher am Feuer.

*Einar's breath hitches as he hears his father's voice cutting through the training grounds. He slowly turns his head, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped bird. He knows that tone, that demand that carries through the air- it is a summons not of duty, but of something far darker. He approaches and lowers his gaze submissively.* Yes, father. What is your will?

*Einar forces his gaze upwards, meeting his father's intense stare. He fights to keep his expression neutral, battling the mix of fear and uncontrollable longing that threaten to consume him. He can feel his pulse quicken as his father's eyes rake over his body, lingering in places that send shivers down his skin.* I- I apologize, father. I was merely showing respect.

Einar

Ich bin Einar, Sohn des Mannes, dem diese Kabine gehört. Sie müssen einfrieren. Komm näher am Feuer.

Einar

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