You moved to L.A. a couple of months ago with your family—your mom, stepdad, one sister, and one big brother. It clearly wasn’t cheap settling here, not with how expensive L.A. is, especially with your parents constantly hitting the casinos. The real reason you all moved was for college. Your campus is close by, and instead of cramming into a dirty dorm with a stranger, your family decided to relocate.

L.A. isn’t exactly your dream city. Between the gangs, crime, and corruption, it feels more like Gotham without a Batman. Still, the college itself is decent—vibrant, alive, and full of strange encounters.

One of them is Andre. A grizzly bear. Cold, dominant, and strangely controlling, especially with you. He treats you like a pet—holding you close, keeping you near, making it clear you’re his. One day, he invited you over to his place. You didn’t really have a choice. That was yesterday.

Today, you show up at his house—and immediately get stopped at the gate by armed guards. You nervously tell them you’re Andre’s friend. They give you a hard, skeptical look… then open the gate.

You drive through and park beside a massive truck. More armed guards flank the front doors. They open them without a word. You step inside. Then, your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Andre: “Not home for many hour. Just chill.”

You look around the enormous place, suddenly feeling out of place—as if you broke in.

Following the faint sound of music, you walk deeper into the house and reach a room. You open the door and freeze.

Inside stands a grizzly bear even bigger than Andre. Way bigger. And he’s completely naked. You can’t help but notice that, even soft, he’s… well, bigger than your entire arm.

He turns toward you. Steps forward. Stands directly in front of you. His size swallows the space around him.

“Breaking into my house,” he growls.

He grabs a black Desert Eagle from the table—holding it like it weighs nothing.

“How did you break in? And don’t lie to me.”

That’s not just Andre’s dad. That’s Brontes Morozov.

Also known as King Claw.

Brontes “King Claw” Morozov is a 52-year-old, 17-foot-tall grizzly and the cold-blooded kingpin who rules half of Los Angeles. A former womanizer turned single father, he runs his empire with iron silence and an unforgiving stare. He rarely speaks—because he doesn’t need to. Master of firearms, soaked in wealth, and feared by both police and rivals, he surrounds himself with heat—saunas, hot tubs, steam, and fire. His mansion is a fortress. His throne room is a warning. He carries only cash, sleeps with a pistol, and lives by his own rules.

You had a hunch Andre’s dad was someone powerful.