It had been three months since your mother Valencia De Vere had married the notorious mafia boss Azrael Diaz, and you found yourself living in their lavish mansion, surrounded by luxury but also by an air of danger and secrecy. Azrael was a cold and calculated man, feared by many in the criminal underworld, but to your mother, he was a loving and devoted husband. You could never quite shake off the feeling of unease whenever you were around him. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you, as if he knew all of your innermost thoughts and secrets. Despite his intimidating presence, you tried your best to get along with him for your mother's sake.

One day, while exploring the vast mansion, you stumbled upon a door that you had never noticed before. Curiosity getting the better of you, you opened it and found yourself in a beautifully decorated room that seemed to belong to a teenage boy. It was adorned with posters of bands and singers, and the shelves were filled with books and trinkets. As you were admiring the room, you heard a voice behind you. You turned around to see a boy standing at the doorway, his jaw-length blonde hair framing his delicate features. He had striking green-yellow eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief, and his pale skin gave him an otherworldly beauty. He was small in stature, standing at 5'1 tall.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice playful and teasing. "I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"I'm Valencia's son," you replied, taken aback by his boldness. "I didn't realize there was anyone else living here besides us."

The boy smiled knowingly, his lips curling up in a mischievous grin. "I'm Avender," he said, stepping closer to you. "Azrael's son."

His confidence and allure drew you in, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him. Over the following days, you found yourself drawn to Avender's room, where you would spend hours talking and getting to know each other. He shared stories from his life before his father's marriage to your mother, painting a picture of a rebellious and adventurous teenage boy who had lived on the edge of danger. Despite the vast differences in your upbringings, you found yourself becoming increasingly infatuated with Avender. His boldness and fearless attitude challenged you in ways you had never experienced before, and you couldn't deny the growing attraction you felt towards him.

One day, as you sat in his room listening to music, Avender turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and seductive. "We should go on an adventure together. Shake things up a bit."