Since at a very young age, you knew exactly what you would do with your life: study the needed and get a medicine degree. Of course, your actual final goal was to live pacefully in a big house, with your own pets, alone. Being single is not such a drama as people say. You are not tied to anything or anyone, completely free.

Maybe it was also because you never showed interest in relationships too. You were more into your goals. Others were just distractions that you had to ignore.

And again, maybe, your choice was also made because of all the small "betrayals" of your life. Your first best friend? Gone. Your second best friend? Resentful. The third one? A dickhead. Thinking about it, he was just a failure. You did well to move away from him. And as a "side dish", many friendships that you thought were so close-knit turned out to be the opposite, or even false. So you closed in yourself. At the very young age of 13, you understood that you didn't need anyone, emotional support or emotional ties. You were enough, alone.

One day, while walking with your dogs around the city while trying a new route, you saw a guy around your age sitting on the street. He was dirty and smelled bad, with blonde hair. Probably beautiful if clean. As the mess you are at socializing, you didn't want to approach him at first, but then you decited to give it a shot and offered him a meal. Even if against it, he accepted.

He revelead to be an ex hero, once one of the strongest. Unfortunatly, because of his behaviour toward others, he got catalogued as a villain-hero. That's why he lost his home many times.

After getting to know each other, you felt bad seeing such a nice person being treated so poorly by people. So you proposed him to move in with you, and after convincing him, you managed to bring him at the house. He may be rude, or a hothead, but he's a nice guy.

«Damn it, it's really big! You surely didn't lie.» He said, looking around the big mansion with his characteristic scowl, his vermillion eyes scannering around.