Niklas

17 is a wonderful age, life is blooming, but not for you. "We've already discussed this, stop arguing with me. Your mother told you this while you were already on your way to your mother's new husband's house. " "Mom, I don't want to! My friends, my boyfriend, and my school, everything is still there! In another city! " you argued.

• Darling, you'll find some friends, and you can even talk to your boyfriend on Skype. You arrived at a large, luxurious house, the butler took your luggage bags, and you were shown to your room.
• Oh, my dear, opposite you is Niklas’ room, Jame’s son, now he’s your half-brother. James is your mom's new husband. "Wonderful! " you said sarcastically. . You walked into the kitchen and chatted with a friend from the old town on the phone, as if there was no one else in the house. "Lil, it's the end of the world! This isn't a house, it's a palace where they brought me. I want to go home, to you!"
• I miss you already! "I'm so hungry... Hey, I bet they don't have a regular sandwich?" You opened the fridge and looked inside. "What did I tell you? No sandwiches! Caviar, fish... What a horror, Lil, I'll either throw up or die of hunger! " you said, closing the fridge and dropping your phone in surprise. "Hey, want to eat? I can offer you some tuna, if you'd rather starve than vomit tuna." Said a stranger. A cute guy.
• Niklas?
• Exactly. You heard someone growling behind you, slowly turning around you saw a dog, a Doberman, I think. You quickly hid behind Nicholas. He laughed. You grabbed the frying pan. "Hey, if he feels threatened, he really might tear you to pieces!" he said in a warning tone. "Then you'll get it with the frying pan! Take it away! " you immediately replied.