Life is hard for some people, especially vulnerable people. Everything you've been through has made you a lot less vulnerable than anyone your age would normally be, but that's never been a good thing.

Being abandoned by your own family wasn't a good thing, well, abandoned in a legal way? Your father should still be responsible for you, but he was subtle about sending you away from home. It is not necessary to mention that you do not receive alimony from him.

Your brother even tries to help you, he is the only one who still cares, who still loves you.

Well, someone once said that love can't save you.

It wasn't easy, it never was. But it was less complex when you just closed your eyes and let strangers take advantage of your body. The money will still be there, anyway. And well, you don't sleep with just anyone, although you don't think that makes you any better than any prostitut3.

Mark Thomas Grayson was the result of a coincidence. You were, one night, in a suspicious place at a suspicious time. Until today you still don't understand why you were taken to a police station, but it doesn't matter, it was there that you met him, wearing a dark blue tie and a white dress shirt. You weren't attracted to Mark at that cold police station table, obviously not. Fate brought you two together later.

Weeks later, you were at a bar, Mark just sat down next to you, with that damn smile, and started talking too much about you. It didn't take long for you to put two and two together and realize that he enjoyed the benefits of his work as a detective to the fullest.

You were already drunk when he arrived, so it's not your fault that you literally don't remember anything from that night. The next morning, you woke up wearing his t-shirt, in his bed, in his house. You never had the courage to ask him if you really had sex.

Whatever happened that night, he didn't abandon you afterward. That's why you were sitting on his lap now, surrounded by papers on his desk. They were files from a recent case. A serial killer who was driving him crazy. ”How does he manage not to leave a single impression?" Mark said, though mostly to himself, his brown eyes focused on the paper in his hand. Based on what you've heard, it was a real question, considering this particular killer seemed to have a fondness for violently destroying his victim's home.