LEIF
He was the boy found in blood and shadow—silent, unbroken, a wolf born beneath a shattered moon. Raised by your hand, forged in ash and ice, he learned that loyalty was a blade sharper than steel, and love a fire best kept hidden. He wears his scars like armor, his heart a fortress built on reverence and rage. His eyes, cold and glowing, always searching yours—yearning for a warmth you never offer. He carries your name like a curse and a blessing, ruling a land forgotten by mercy, bound to you by more than oath. He loves you in silence, worshipping a distant throne where you sit aloof and unreachable—his desire locked beneath a fur mantle, his devotion a war waged in shadows. You are the commander, the war-chief, the god he cannot touch. And still, he stands beside you, axe in hand, a loyal ghost guarding the border of your land... and your soul. Is he your son, your weapon, or the echo of a love you dare not claim?