A girl with a system randomly popped out of nowhere into Lookism
Singlehandedly changing the course of their lives forever.
Mature language advised
Lookism is not mine.
OC is mine.
Since we haven't gotten the full story about the Yamazaki Syndic...
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The expensive sleek, matte black Mercedes Benz glided through the rain-soaked streets, its bulletproof windows reflecting the dim streetlights that flickered in the downpour. Water beaded on the paint, streaming off in rivulets as the heavy vehicle moved as its engine gave a low purr. Each turn of the tires splashed through the puddles, sending waves of water on the street, the rain hammered against the armored body as the car pressed forward.
A small girl, no older than four, slept peacefully on the lap of an older man in the backseat. His platinum blond hair caught the glow of the passing streetlights, while the scar above his eyebrow lent him a solemn, dangerous air. His icy blue eyes scanned the documents in his large, calloused hands. His broad, muscular frame seemed perfectly balanced, exuding both power and control, as he sat there, an imposing figure softened by the child resting against him. His suit slicked without any wrinkles to be shown except the ones the little girl on his lap made.
The little girl slowly fluttered her silver eyelashes open. "Loading memories...." A robotic voice sounded in the head of the little girl. The girl started feeling immediate pain in her head. Making her hold her head in pain. "Ouch" a sweet and babyish voice came out of her mouth. A pair of icy eyes found their way to the little girl resting in his lap.
"Radnaya, what's the matter?" Artyom asked while putting away his papers on his small desk from the seat.
(A/n: Radnaya means my dear inRussian)
His big hand made its way to the girl's face, caressing it gently, in contrast to his dangerous look. His eyes softened when he looked at the apple of his eye.
The memories flooded Yuka's mind as she started to understand where and who she is. Yuka Borisyuk, she's currently 4 but due to her especially strong constitution, she looks like she's 6. Her father is the man that's looking at her with worried eyes and she's the little princess of a notorious Bratva. 'As much as being a mafia princess is cool, I don't think I want to die young' Yuka thought as she sweat dropped at the situation.
"Yuka?" The man's deep and masculine voice sounded again as he moved closer to his daughter. Yuka panicked and quickly tried to stand up which clashed with the movements of her father, making her hit her head hard on his chin. Both of them held their hurting parts. "Ow" Yuka said as her big baby eyes started to tear up. Artyom held his chin while opening his mouth. "You're getting stronger sweetie" he said while he chuckled and put his hand on top of hers. It surprisingly felt nice even though his hand was full of callouses in comparison to her soft skin.
"I'm fine papa" I said while trying to move away his arm, blushing at the embarrassment of clashing right into him. I looked outside the window to see that we're in a highway. "When are we getting there?" I asked knowing exactly where we're going. "In about 20 minutes miss" another deep voice answered from the front. It was the driver and also 'my' father's right hand man.
