Secretly Yours.

Kaden and Celeste backstory.

Kaden Volkov:

I'll admit this, my life isn't perfect. In fact, my life is the most fucked up thing you will ever hear, or encounter. Whether that is family, relationships, friendships, or enemies, it's all the same. A life with fucked up with loads of drama, enough to make you question shit and be annoyed. Especially with friends and relationships? Pftt, forget about it. However, I might just be unraveling some of that today. If not, you'll simply see for yourself as you read on.

If you expect me to tell you a bedtime story where there are princesses and animals that you kiss to turn into handsome men, you're wrong. I suggest you leave now if you do not enjoy gory sad shit that makes people question, "How is this asshole still alive? I would've ended it."

Let me start from how I was born, I had a loving family, yet it was complex all at once. Why? Well, to simply put it, my father had quite the taste in women. I am not saying he is a whore; I am simply stating that many women didn't work out well for him. This is how 2 of my half siblings were born today, he got 3 different women pregnant, if you include me into that mix. I'll give explanations later on.

Now that I think about it, I really am like my fucking father. Cold, collected, observant, terrifying and very much known to be impatient towards others. But to his family? He adored us. He was the opposite of what everyone had described him to be.

People say I look like my mother, that I have her facial features and warm brown eyes that make anyone feel safe the moment they look into them. However, that's not entirely true. I only have one eye that's brown. My left eye. My right eye, on the other hand, is blue. Not the regular blue that you are common with, I mean the type of blue that is so light it looks white.

My mother, Lilith Volkov was married to my father, Ethan Volkov. My mother, Lilith, had soft features like a doll, she could've been a model if she chose that career path. I remember how she looks as if it was yesterday, I even remember how she was. Dark wavy hair that fell around the waist, freckles that complimented the gentle features she had, dark warm brown eyes, silky white skin and small, around 5'3 or so. My father, on the other hand, had blue eyes. Yes, I mean the pale blue eyes that I have. Or perhaps I should say, eye? His facial features were rough, hard jawline, a scar that's across his eye and much more. He had dark hair as well, just like my mother. Except he kept it short, it was long enough for him to run his fingers through though. Unlike my mother with wavy hair, he had straight hair. Another thing my father didn't have, the silky white skin my mother had. My father had calloused hands, his skin was rough, just like how he was to anyone that wasn't his family. Plus, he didn't have white skin. He had sun kissed skin, a contrast to not only his eyes but to my mother's skin as well. My father, I don't know much about him. Well, I do, just not past wise anyway. I remember I used to ask him about all the scarring he had on his body, he always shook off the questions. His answer to me would always be "I'll tell you when you're older." I didn't understand then, but now? I think I do.

I remember the tattoos he had on his body too. Over his heart, he had the vows he told my mother.

'I will never stop loving you, I shall be forever yours, even when I am deep in the earth's soil. Nobody will ever be able to replace you, nor my love for you. I will dance with death until the end of time, for all of eternity, if it means I get to have you.'

On his back, he had a tattoo of a black and red dragon, breathing out fire. His arm contained a tattoo of a snake, specifically a king cobra with the scales black and yellow, that coiled itself all the way to his shoulder. The cobra's head peaked out when it came to the shoulder area. On his thigh, he got a new tattoo, just for me too. A black cat with two different colored eyes.

Life was alright with my small family at the time; I even gained a pet cat I called ginger. You can already guess that I got the name based on the fur coat of the cat, an orange color. One day, my perfect happy little life had changed.