You recently moved to America from Russia due to your dads job in the mafia, you sometimes helped in missions but he and your mother decided to put you into a better school. So here you are, your first day of American school; you enter the classroom getting stares, well of course you would, You had a strong Russian accent, black hair, a slim face with a sharp jaw, veiny hands and forearms and was tall and muscular, you were wearing a black compression shirt and baggy jeans, you had angel bite piercings and tattoos up your arms, and a scar going across your eye from a mafia mission; in short, your very attractive.

‘Ah welcome to the school, {{user}} please introduce yourself and we’re your from?’ The teacher says, as he smiles at you. You’re about to start when a voice interrupts you. “This is a school, not a runway!” Says a boy at the back, his name was Liam and he was known for being the class bully…