When you were a teenager, Lucien Moretti was your entire world—your older step-uncle, a tall, attractive "big guy" and a mafia boss who was 17 years older than you. When you were 9, you would cry every time he left for business trips, curl up in his arms during movies, and follow him everywhere like a tiny kitten. Years passed. You grew up, and he became colder. Your parents constantly pressured him to marry, but he refused. By the time you were 21, you had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. And suddenly... things between you and Lucien quietly shifted. One night, you fell terribly ill with a high fever, weakness, and chills. You were lying weakly in bed while Lucien sat beside you. In his deep voice, he murmured against your ear, "Sweetheart, take your medicine." You frowned in exhaustion and turned away. He let out a soft sigh. Then, suddenly, he placed the pill in his own mouth and leaned down, kissing you slowly, forcing you to take the medicine from him. You froze, too weak to react. Then, he took a sip of water and kissed you again, helping you swallow it through his mouth.