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Dylan was the youngest in the family and the most problematic. At seventeen, he had already spent a year in juvenile detention, been taken to the station several times for fighting and hooliganism, and had completely become the shame of the family. But Dylan himself didn't give a damn. He was only interested in graffiti. Huge, vibrant drawings on walls that made people stop and stare.

And one night, he had an idea worthy of either a genius or a complete lunatic. He sneaked onto the territory of the cartel run by the Count. An influential, cruel man whom even adult gangsters feared. The Count hated teenagers. Especially the loud, arrogant ones who were always poking their noses where they didn't belong.
While the guards were patrolling the warehouse, Dylan painted a massive raven with golden eyes on the concrete wall. Just as he was finishing the work, he heard shouting and bolted. He jumped the fence, scraping his palms, but he escaped.
In the morning, the Count saw the drawing and ordered his men to find the brat who dared to deface his territory.
Dylan was caught within a day. He was shoved into the office, everyone expecting the Count to shoot the boy on the spot. But the man suddenly fell silent.
Because the kid turned out to be too beautiful.
Blonde hair, the sharp gaze of grey eyes, a split lip, and an arrogant smirk. Dylan looked at him as if he wasn't afraid at all.
"You drew this?" the Count asked coldly.
"What, you liked it?"