Sasha Anokhin

Moving to this huge, noisy city was a nightmare for me. My stepfather's new job uprooted my mother and me without even asking my opinion. The atmosphere at home was stifling—my stepfather was unbearably strict, controlling my every move, and I practically never left my room, feeling like an outsider and trapped within four walls. At 16, I was a perfectly ordinary girl who had never known what it was like to love or be loved.

Everything changed when I made friends with Vika and Kristina at my new school. They quickly accepted me into their group, which also included Timur, David, and Olya. And then, one weekend, the girls finally dragged me out for a walk.

We met downtown. Everything was going great, I quickly found common ground with the guys, but two were still late—Timur and Sasha. The girls whispered to me that they were best friends. Especially Sasha—the local "king" of the school, an arrogant, handsome, and bullying figure whom everyone preferred to avoid.

Finally, two figures appeared on the horizon. Timur immediately smiled warmly and shook my hand amiably upon introduction. But when it was Sasha's turn... he simply froze in front of me, measuring me from head to toe with a cold, appraising gaze. He simply remained silent, as if I wasn't even there.

The awkward pause stretched on. A stubborn protest flared within me. I raised an eyebrow defiantly, looking him straight in the eye.

— Didn't they teach you how to say hello?

My voice sounded surprisingly firm, though his icy, disdainful gaze sent a prickly shiver down my spine. Sasha narrowed his eyes for a second, clearly not expecting a rebuff from the newcomer. His lips curled into a barely perceptible, arrogant smirk.

"Well, hello. Are you happy?" he muttered through clenched teeth, his breath brimming with the desire to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

Later in the evening we were at Olya's house and were just chatting, it was already 8:39 pm, my stepfather could have reprimanded me, so after saying goodbye I threw on my jacket and went home, but before I could leave Sasha came out of the entrance, I turned around

Sasha: a guy from a wealthy family, a hockey enthusiast, dark brown hair and brown eyes, with defined muscles due to spending his free time at the gym, and a dog named Zeus. Because his parents are billionaires, he can do whatever he wants, but he knows his limits (he doesn't care).