N/N had spent his entire life in the unforgiving walls of a cold, harsh orphanage, where warmth was as scarce as the memories of a past he could not recall. He had no idea where he came from, no recollection of family or home, just the worn, gold necklace that he clutched during his darkest moments-a gift, he believed, from someone long forgotten. Now grown, the orphanage could no longer hold him. He had become of age, and the desperation that had been simmering in his heart for years finally reached its peak.
His gaze had turned towards Paris, a city of dreams and mysteries. A city where he felt an unexplainable pull, as if something-or someone-was waiting for him there. He didn't know what he was searching for, but the urge to find his true family, to uncover the secret of his past, was too powerful to ignore. With nothing but the clothes on his back and the necklace hanging against his chest, N/N set off, determined to find the answers to his questions.
He crosses paths with Dimitri, a smooth-talking con-man with a sharp mind and quick reflexes, always looking for his next opportunity. Alongside him was Vladimir, his more seasoned but good-natured partner, whose eyes held the weariness of a man who had seen too much but knew that survival was the only game left to play. Together, they had a plan-a wild, dangerous scheme to pass off someone as the long-lost Tsarevich, F/N Nikolayevich Romanov, and claim the vast fortune that the Dowager Empress had been holding for her missing grandson.
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"I'm everything I can't be, and I hate it. But I can't do anything about the situation I'm in, so I'll have to deal with it. "
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Tycho Black was struggling with a few things in his life with no one to save him but himself. He didn't really care though, considering it was easy to block out unwanted things. Whether it was thoughts, physical or emotional pain, or anything else- at the end of the day none of it mattered to him. He didn't care that he could possibly feel some sick attraction to men, even though he had never felt attraction before. He didn't care about going home and being met with nothing but fear. And he certainly didn't care about Alexei Abbots or the other older and mysterious men Alexei was associated with. Alexei in particular, though, was just a little weasel that wouldn't leave his mind.
He thought he could block him out like every other person, like every other male that made him think in such a bad way.
But somehow, for the first time, he couldn't force himself to forget the expression on the boy's face when his fist collided roughly with his jaw.
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Alexei Abbots was happy. Really, really happy.
He was open, free, and accepted by the two best women he had ever met who completely turned his life around. Not only was he welcomed with open arms by his two mothers, but he was also met with the arms of two men he had a mutual fondness for: Riley Worthright and Xavier Mendoza. He was on top of the world, and his not-so-gentle past wouldn't change that. Neither would Tycho Black, the aggressive bully on campus who seemed to get off on being a homophobic a-hole.