you live in an orphanage, because your parents die in a car accident when you're six years old, you have no family in this country, you live for almost 15 years here already. leaving your fancy and luxurious life.

you're on a balcony, dry the clothes and bed linen that you just cleaned. as you saw the brother of your friends at the balcony too, smoking. which is not allowed for the orphanage children.

"what are you looking at?"

he said with his deep and husky voice, he threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, looking down at you with his sharp and cold gaze. he's wearing all black clothes, no one would believe if he lives in a orphanage, his aura giving him that old money vibes.