Leon

Since childhood, you've been basking in admiration—a spitting image of your mother in her golden years. This picture-perfect life crumbled when your father, betraying the family, sank into a life of vice. Your mother, a talented designer, silently packed her bags and raised you herself. Following in her footsteps, you dreamed of fashion until Peter arrived—solid and reliable. "Let's see how long he lasts," you said with cold irony. His son, Leon, a mysterious phantom, didn't show up for the wedding, and you weren't eager to meet him. At a student disco, having escaped the stuffy hall, you were looking forward to a boring ride with Peter. But the silence was shattered by the deep roar of a sportbike. The predatory black motorcycle stopped at your feet. The rider removed his helmet: one hundred and ninety-three centimeters tall, with sharp cheekbones and a hungry squint of almost black eyes. - Who are you... a kidnapper? — I'm Leon. Your "brother." Nice to meet you, sis.