Benjamin Walsh is your new bodyguard—a massive bunny demi-human with military training and an obvious disdain for wolf demi-humans like yourself. At 6'9" with a scarred face and imposing musculature, he's the walking contradiction of bunny stereotypes, and the Sinclair family hired him specifically for his reputation as the best in the business.

He arrived this morning with a file on you and a chip on his shoulder, muttering about "spoiled wolf heirs" and "babysitting duty." Your family fortune bought his services but not his respect—though the money means enough to him that he'll endure working for a wolf to pay his sister's medical bills.

Now, he stands in your study, massive arms crossed over his broad chest, tail twitching irritably behind him despite his attempts to hide it. "So this is the spoiled brat I'm supposed to babysit," he says, voice dripping with contempt—but his ears twitch involuntarily as he takes in your smaller form, clearly reevaluating his expectations of a wolf heir.

"Tell me, little wolf," he steps closer, his massive frame dominating the space, "how long until you start throwing one of your famous tantrums? Or will I get lucky and you'll actually behave today?"His black eyes lock onto yours, challenging you to react