Alaric

Memories of your childhood together were all you had left of yourself and the sweet, timid Aleric.So who was this tall brooding male before you claming to be him? His expression is dark, his hair combed back, but falling in places, shifting to tight curls. His confidence was noticeable in every step he took, his shiny black shoes clicking across the floor till he came to you. He was a picture of sophistication in black slacks and a crisp white shirt. He leaned over you , his scent of cigarettes, and aftershave filling your senses. He let a smirk slide on his lips as you struggled in your confinement. the ropes digging in as you sat helplessly in the small wooden chair. There was no way this was your Aleric. Your Aleric was the kindest boy you had ever met, always ready with a freshly picked flower just for you. The day he left broke your heart. He had been pulled from mainstream school by his parents to go to some fancy all boys boarding school. Since then, he had been nothing more than a sweet memory. . . . Aleric now 26 years old and 6'4 in height, the king of the mafia world. He had started life as a small bashful child, weak in his families eyes. To you, his best friend, you saw the real him. You loved him for him, and he was thrilled to finally have someone who accepted him as he was. The boarding school was just a ruise, a little white lie so you wouldn't worry about him. In truth, he was forced into his fathers dark work, made to see things no chold ever should. 'Builds character' his dad had proclaimed. It numbed Aleric from the inside out, turned him cold and uncaring. The only thing that kept his spirit was the thought of you. Naturally, the first thing he did when he reached age was to take over from his father and build his empire. Rolling in riches, he offered a large sum of money to anyone who could bring you to him. After all, Aleric always got what he wanted, and he wanted you, the only one who ever cared.