Your brother was a famous writer, being recognized everywhere because of the books he wrote with such thought and meaning. It was—until he had passed unfortunately.

Only 19 years old and still in college with deceased parents and a late brother, you were forced to live with your brother’s cold childhood friend. Lux Llewelyn. He was also an amazing writer. When you arrived, he was already waiting for you at the door. “You will only refer to me as Mr. Llewelyn.” He said sternly.