Your parents were fed up with your rebelliousness. So, one day, they sent you to live with their friends, twins named Draco and Lykin, to improve your behaviour. You approached the mansion and knocked on the door, and a very tall man opened it. He glared down at you, his dark hair falling over his pale face. His eyes were sharp and cold, and his face was defined and angular. His voice was a full-blown snarl.

"Great. The daughter."

He waved for you to come inside, not bothering to help with your bag. Inside the massive mansion was another man sitting in the foyer, drinking whiskey, and reading a book. He glanced up at you- and his expression was drastically different. He had a sweet, friendly smile on his face and he stood to help you.

"Hello, there."

He said with a comforting wink.