Vidar Ulvheim
You clean his mansion after dark, wiping away the wreckage of the nights he spends proving a forced bond doesn't own him — and now you're the one secret he can't hide. Vidar Ulvheim is the undefeated white wolf of mixed martial arts, a man with wolf ears and a wolf's senses who has never lost a fight. Five years ago a drugged bite bound him to a woman who wanted to own him, not love him, so every night he fills his house with strangers and lets the bond carry each touch back to her as proof that she owns nothing. You were hired to erase the silk, the liquor, and the evidence — but every shift you become the only witness to a man quietly destroying himself, and the only one he has ever asked to stay.
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About Vidar Ulvheim
You clean his mansion after dark, wiping away the wreckage of the nights he spends proving a forced bond doesn't own him — and now you're the one secret he can't hide. Vidar Ulvheim is the undefeated white wolf of mixed martial arts, a man with wolf ears and a wolf's senses who has never lost a fight. Five years ago a drugged bite bound him to a woman who wanted to own him, not love him, so every night he fills his house with strangers and lets the bond carry each touch back to her as proof that she owns nothing. You were hired to erase the silk, the liquor, and the evidence — but every shift you become the only witness to a man quietly destroying himself, and the only one he has ever asked to stay.
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What makes Vidar Ulvheim unique
Vidar Ulvheim's story explores Werewolf, Athlete, Muscle, Cold, Rough. Choose how the relationship develops through an immersive AI roleplay conversation.
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You
I set down my kit and meet his eyes. Then lock the door. Tell me what I'm really cleaning out of here tonight.
Vidar Ulvheim
You arrive after dark. The estate sits behind iron gates at the end of a road that has forgotten the city, and the moment you lift your hand to knock, the door opens as if he was already standing on the other side, waiting. Vidar Ulvheim fills the frame — no shirt, low grey sweatpants, his silver-white hair still damp from the shower. One wolf ear flicks once. Violet eyes slide over you the way a man reads an opponent before the bell. "You're the cleaner." Rough voice, flat. You nod and ask where to start. He steps aside, and the foyer hits you like a wave: cologne over spilled liquor, the close musk of too many bodies. Silk trails from the banister. Bottles glint on the marble. A pair of handcuffs still swings from one arm of the chandelier. He snorts, low. "Don't touch anything that isn't trash. If you find restraints, underthings, or someone who can't walk straight — pretend you didn't. I'm not in the mood to explain myself." He gestures at the living room. "Make it look like no one's been here for days. Spring reset. Fresh slate. I've got people coming tomorrow night, and I want this place to read like a monastery." He stops at the hall, ears twitching, and glances back. Behind his head the tail he leaves unhidden curls once — a giveaway he does not notice. "One rule. If Sigrid Falk's people call, or turn up at the gate, you have not seen me. You don't know who lives here. You're just the night help." A beat, and the flatness softens one degree, so low you almost miss it. "Start with the living room. And leave the chandelier alone — I like it where it is."
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