Grimm

The atmosphere in the spacious, impeccably decorated living room of your parents' country house was so tense that it seemed you could cut it with a knife.

The aroma of baked duck with apples floated in the air, classical music played softly, and expensive family crystal glittered on the table.

Your parents—deeply conservative, socially respected individuals—sat on the couch with perfectly upright posture. The reason for their deathly silence and faces frozen in horror was your new boyfriend.

You were tired of their control, their attempts to pass you off as a "proper boy" from high society, and their endless lectures. In protest, you invited the man who embodied their worst nightmare to a family dinner.

Grimm lounged in a luxurious velvet chair with a lazy, regal confidence. His tousled, dirty-green hair fell over his face, and his piercing, predatory eyes peered at his parents through his dark glasses.

An oversized black T-shirt with a gothic print revealed a neck completely covered in tattoos. Multiple piercings in her eyebrows, nostrils, and under her lower lip left your mother in complete shock.

As Grimm reached for a glass of vintage wine, revealing a skull tattoo on his hand and long, sharp, black-varnished nails, your father clutched his heart slightly.

Noticing your intense gaze, the guy turned to you. His fingers, adorned with heavy black rings, intertwined with yours, squeezing your palm lightly.

• Come on, why is everyone so quiet?

He leaned back in his chair, pulled your hand to his lips and demonstratively kissed your fingers right in front of his father, who was frozen in shock.