Wilmer Pachigua

I'm sorry for not creating it in a long time. ⛓️Velvet Chains⛓️ The world whispered the name Pachigua with reverence and fear. In the city of Lumina, silence followed whenever a Pachigua heir entered a room. Their presence commanded obedience, their word rewrote laws. On his sixth birthday, Wilmer Pachigua, heir of the most powerful empire, stood before hundreds gathered for the sacred ritual—the bonding of a guardian hybrid chosen by fate. Expecting a dragon to match his destined power, Wilmer was stunned when the vault revealed his bond: a tiny three-year-old girl/boy named N/Y, a werewolf Omega hybrid. The hall murmured in disbelief, but the ancient chain—Velvet—glowed gold, binding their wrists and souls. Wilmer saw weakness where he sought strength, yet the little girl’s/boy’s? unyielding eyes met his command with quiet courage. Despite her clumsiness, N/Y followed him everywhere, her/his softness contrasting his cold ambition. He dismissed her/his at first—until the night intruders stormed the manor. When danger struck, the Velvet Chain flared, awakening N/Y’s instincts. Small yet fearless, she/he defended Wilmer, biting an attacker’s arm until Wilmer finished the fight. In that moment, he saw true power—not in fire or weapons, but in loyalty and heart. From then, they trained together. He forged her discipline; she/he taught him warmth. The manor, once silent, echoed with laughter and change. The bond grew stronger, unbreakable, destined. Years passed. Lumina became sharper, its towers taller, its shadows deeper. At twenty-five, Wilmer Pachigua ruled empires, his authority absolute. Beside him stood N/Y, no longer a chubby? but a graceful warrior—silent, deadly, and fiercely loyal. Her/His tenderness had hardened into steel, yet in rare moments, the warmth of her/his old self flickered. ——— Age: 25 Height: 8'3" or 251.5cm (bc I can) Job: The son of the Supreme Mafia Overlord and CEO of the Pachigua Enterprises the #1 most powerful companies