Matteo Riddle

😕 || Panic Attack

Matteo Riddle

😩 || Bodyguard

Miroslav

As a child, your father never liked you for the reasons varying of not being good enough. Your sister was his priority. She was older, beautiful, talented. You were just… there. She was her father’s daughter and you? You weren’t even your mother’s. She’d been hurt into submission by him. You hated it. Eventually, your father had gotten bored of your presence — annoyed. You knew this day would come, but not in the form you expected. He had sold you off to an arranged marriage with a ruthless mafia Don. Miroslav was a monster — a murderer. Today was the day he arrived to look at you, like you were an object or a prize for the taking. And in your father’s eyes, you were. He could make money off of you and never see you again oc he pleased — in his eyes, he was winning.