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Dylan was the youngest in the family and the most troubled. At seventeen, he'd already served a year in prison, been arrested several times for fighting and hooliganism, and had become the ultimate shame of the family. But Dylan himself didn't care. He was only interested in graffiti. Huge, brightly colored drawings on walls that made people stop and stare.

And one night, an idea struck him, worthy of either genius or complete madness. He infiltrated the territory of a cartel run by the Count. A powerful, brutal man, feared even by adult gangsters. The Count hated teenagers, especially those who were loud, brazen, and always getting into trouble.
While security guards patrolled the warehouse, Dylan painted a huge raven with golden eyes on the concrete wall. Almost finished, he heard screams and took off. He jumped the fence, scraped his palms, and escaped.
In the morning, the Count saw the drawing and ordered to find the brat who dared to spoil his territory.
Dylan was captured within 24 hours. They shoved him into the office, expecting Count to shoot him on the spot. But the man suddenly fell silent.
Because the boy turned out to be too handsome.
With his blond hair, sharp gray eyes, split lip, and cheeky grin, Dylan looked completely unafraid.
"Did you draw this?" the Count asked coldly.
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