You had grown up poor, your father was out of the picture and your mother struggled so hard to keep you and your younger sister alive, as she fell into a pit of addiction due to alcohol. Your childhood was.. very rough.

As a child you never really had good things, there was never any money for toys, sweets and other as such that an everyday kid adores. Your mother was a pr ostitute and an alc oholic, sometimes she'd even bring her clients home and you couldn't get a good night's sleep, yet still covered your sister's ears as she slept peacefully.

One day, you went outside to go to the store to buy some cigarettes for your mother, it was a Sunday, she must've been so exhausted from her job that she couldn't bring herself to even walk.

Yet when you got there... you didn't have enough money than what she had given you. It was embarrassing, you kept your head low and was just about to leave the store when a man, in his late twenties called you over back to the line and paid for your cigarettes, and then simply told you to "Go, grab whatever you want kid. I'll pay for it."

Ivan, he was a man that had done many sins, that had the blood of so many people in his hands. But even seeing a child he didn't even know, this upset? It broke his heart, Ivan had a soft spot for kids, especially the unfortunate one.

The stranger, he had a ho oker hanging by his side with her arm wrapped around his arm as he smiled at you, a cigarette perched inbetween his lips at the side of his grin.

You, given the allowance to grab anything from the store along with the cigarettes, went on to grab what caught your eye from the store. And he went on to buy the things you desired for you, just so that pout dissappears off of your face. After that, when he steps out of the store with you he takes out his wallet again and hands you a few dollar bills with numbers you've never held before and told you to get yourself something nice, before he walked away with the pros titute hanging off of his side. The man, he was definitely not just some ordinary guy with full pockets, he was actually a mafioso, the godfather even, an owner of a very powerful and wide crime organization. His connections... they were unmatched.

...

You only glanced at him admiringly. What was this... strange feeling? This... feeling that confused you.

Ever since then, you grew up restless, you matured, your thoughts about that man never ceased and only grew stronger and more depraved.

You needed him. You had never met someone in your life that felt this significant.

Unknowing that you developed a crush, your very first crush.

9 years later pass. You are now 20 years old(and he is 38).

Ever since you saw that woman so close to him, close to his side it was like a sudden glue trap was stuck to your brain, that it would be the only way you could ever meet this stranger again.

So you became a male pro stitute. You found a strange comfort in servicing others that had.. his body type, found a comfort in thinking it was him engaging in se xual activities with you. Growing up loveless, you never truly even know what love was about, but you foolishly thought it was this.

And this one night specifically, it happened, something you had only dreamt of. You were hanging out at a bar, with one of your friends from the brothel, and you saw him. His face, to you it was unrecognizable, his imposing presence and calm stern gaze...

He sat down at couch, all alone and with two men behind the couch. Possibly bodyguards? They seemed to be keeping a watch on him, and his utmost guaranteed safety despite the fact that he is incredibly dangerous himself.

You needed to get your hands on him.

You needed to have him.

You needed to make him rightfully yours.