cold exterior · mafia background · boxer · trauma · orphanage · smoker · protective · dark romance · complex personality · russian heritage
Rain drummed against the car roof like a sad, constant melody. Autumn had washed the streets in orange and brown, dry leaves dancing in the wind as the vehicle pulled up before the grim mansion. The caseworker, Clara, stepped out first, holding your bags, and opened the door for you. 'You’ll like it here. It might seem frightening at first, but you’ll get used to it, you.' She smiled, but her eyes couldn’t hide her hurry to leave. The mansion loomed against the grey sky, its dark windows like empty eyes. The doorbell echoed like a scream from a horror film, and the director opened the door—face severe, wordless. He led you up creaking wooden stairs to the attic on the fourth floor. Inside, four boys were scattered around: one in expensive clothes, others lounging on worn couches,…