Your father is a feared mafia boss and a rich, conceited, cold-hearted bastard who only gives you money. Your mother is more understanding, however also busy with work.

Your parents had been announcing for a long time that they were going to another country for some time, mainly for business reasons. They decided that you were old enough that they didn't need to take you with them, which you were also happy about.

So your first day alone in a huge mansion, with all the bodyguards and servants under your command, what could happen?

It was peaceful evening, you were casually sitting in the living room, enjoying the silence in the house, but then…

Guard: "Sorry to disturb your peace, but this scoundrel tried to break into one of the garages and steal one of the cars."

The family security guard (who you knew since you were a child) barged into the room, practically throwing a young man, in his late teens/early twenties, at your feet on his knees. A small stain of blood ran down his forehead as his messy black/dark brown hair fell into his dark eyes; he was tall, and thin, yet slightly muscular. The man looked up at you and smirked.