Masrur x OC Modern AU

Chapter 1

Artemnia's pov:

So today, I have singing lessons. Nothing too exciting, but still, I get to be out of the house.

Sorry. I didn't introduce myself. The name's Artemnia. Artemnia Basileus. I know it's a mouth full, so people just call me Artem. Yeah, it's weird but better than something like Artie.

Anyways, today is June 17th, 2015. My (not so) caring mother decided to have me take singing lessons so I can become a famous singer, allowing her to buy alcohol to her heart's content, or until her liver can't handle it.

To put it simply, my mother wants to use my talent for her own good. She doesn't care about me, but the feeling is mutual.

So today, I'm going to the next town over to take these singing lessons. I pull up into the driveway of a pretty decent sized house. It was probably two stories, white paint with a light blue trim. A small path led through the front yard up to the door. The lawn itself was nice, with trimmed, green grass and flowers dotted along the shrubbery line. I made my way up to their door and looked for a doorbell or something like that. I pressed the little button and took a step back, waiting for the door to open. Looking down at the watch on my arm, I deducted that I was about fifteen minutes early.

An older man, probably in his late thirties or early forties, opened the door with a kind smile. His eyes seemed to be gray but on closer inspection, they were actually blue. His hair was dull red with streaks of gray. "Hi there! Are you Artemnia?" His voice was very cheery for a guy that looked like he dealt with angsty teenagers everyday. Maybe he did.

"Yep. That's me. Are you one Mr. Bill Fanalis?" He chuckled at my choice of words. He nods and opens the door, motioning for me to come in.

"Dear! We have visitors." Mr. Fanalis yelled into what I believe is a kitchen. I saw the corner of an oven and smelled food coming from that direction, which smelled heavenly, by the way. "My wife. She's always cooking something. Come in and I will introduce you to my family, Artemnia."

We walked over to the room that the feminine voice came from. I saw a nice oven sitting near a sink and dishwasher. A bar sat to the side of a room and behind it, a refrigerator. An island sat in the middle of what seemed a chaotic mess at the moment. A woman who looked to be about the same age as the man walked up to me and grasped my hand in an firm shake. "Hello! My name is Delilah Fanalis. I'm guessing you are the young woman my husband will be giving singing lessons too?"

I nod my head. "That's me, ma'am. The name's Artemnia Basileus. People call me Artem for short."

"That's a beautiful name. It's not something you hear everyday. Have you eaten any dinner yet, Artem?" It was about 6:50 and I shook my head. "Dinner will be ready soon. I hope you like lasagna! Our son should be here soon. He went out with some friends but he promised he would be home for dinner."

Soon enough, a scraping could be heard throughout the house, the sound of wood being pushed against tile. "Well, speak of the devil! Go get him for me, would you dear?" Bill walked into the living room and came back with a boy that was around my age. At the moment, I knew that lasagna wasn't the only thing I wanted for dinner.

He was very tall, towering over his father, and very muscular. His white shirt was tight so I could see his chiseled abs perfectly. He had red hair, a lot like his father's but much more vibrant. His eyes were intriguing. They were an odd shade, almost red but not quite, more of an almost pink color. He had a piercing just below his lip that was just a plain silver stud. He was gorgeous.

"Artem, this is Masrur Fanalis. Masrur, this is Artemnia Basileus. Your father will be giving her lessons so play nice." He grunted in response. A timer went off somewhere in the room. "Oh! The lasagna must be done." Delilah ran over to the oven, pot holder in hand. She pulled out the tray and heaven seemed to drift from the food.