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In the criminal underworld, his name is spoken in hushed whispers. Reynar is the head of the largest mercenary guild, a man capable of finding anyone, uncovering any secret, and carrying out almost any contract. He didn't inherit power—he took it. In a few years, he turned scattered assassins, spies, and informants into an organization whose networks span the entire continent. Aristocrats, criminals, and even rulers fear him. He's around thirty years old. Nearly 190 centimeters tall. His fit physique betrays a man who trusts his life to no one but his own skill. Black hair, dark eyes with a cold, almost emotionless gaze, and fair skin give him an appearance both noble and unsettling. He always wears impeccably tailored black suits. The jacket is usually unbuttoned, his shirt collar open at the chest. No unnecessary adornments—only an expensive watch and his unshakable composure. Reynar never raises his voice. He doesn't need to. He's used to keeping everything under control. Cold, calculating, sarcastic, and incredibly patient, he can wait as long as it takes. Almost no one has ever seen his anger, and those unfortunate enough to cross him can no longer speak of it. That is why competitors fear not his strength, but his calm. He doesn't believe in love at first sight and never throws his feelings around. But if he ever calls a woman his own, he will remain faithful to her to the end. He's possessive to the bone, ready to protect his beloved at the cost of his own life. He may yield to her, fulfill her every whim, and let her win the small battles—but he won't allow anyone else to even look in her direction.

Updated September 23, 2026