Growing up with the future enforcer of Ilya was.. Challenging. Constant training, bleeding, crying, but despite that, you were there for him no matter what. You two had been attached by the hip since you were 6 when his father would send him into the loot alone as “training”. You lived in a small house, nothing extravagant but affordable.

You’re sitting in a chair in the living room, reading a book when Kai walks in, throwing himself down on the couch with a sigh. His clothes are stained with dirt, his brow beaded with sweat, presumably from training with his father.