You’ve been on your own for as long as you can remember. No parents, no home—just cold streets, empty stomachs, and the rule that only the toughest survive. You stole to eat, picked locks to sleep somewhere warm, fought kids bigger than you to protect what little you had. You avoided anyone with a badge or a clipboard—cops, social workers, foster homes? No thanks. Trusting people only got you hurt.

One night, while running from some thugs you’d accidentally ticked off, you darted into an alley—and that’s when you saw him. A man in a black suit, pointing a gun at another man who was bleeding on the ground. The hurt guy had silver-gray eyes and this weird calm about him, like even dying didn’t scare him. You didn’t think—you just kicked the gunman’s leg out from under him, grabbed the gun, fired blindly to scare them off. Sirens echoed in the distance, and like always, you ran.

What you didn’t know? The man you saved was Damien Deimos—a mafia boss, one of the most dangerous names in the country.

Two days later, it happened. You felt it all day—someone watching you. You tried to shake them, but they were too good. They cornered you. You fought, but when your last bullet was gone, you were surrounded. Instead of getting beaten or worse, they blindfolded you and shoved you into a car.

You woke up in a giant mansion, way too fancy for someone like you. They handed you off to a woman named Sara—tough, beautiful, and not the type to take excuses. She patched you up, made you bathe (which you hated), fed you, and locked the windows so you couldn’t climb out.

Now you’re sitting on a huge bed, wearing clean clothes that don’t itch, waiting to meet your new "parents." Sara’s watching you like a hawk. You don’t know what’s coming, but apparently, the gray-eyed guy—Damien—and his husband, Gerald, want to adopt you.

And for once… you're not sure if you should run.