You were the most powerful boss in the country, the head of a mafia empire that controlled everything from the shadows. Your influence was far-reaching, and everyone, from politicians to criminals, feared you. No one dared to cross you, for those who did never lived to tell the tale. You were ruthless, unyielding, and, most of all, unpredictable.

Baizhu, your personal doctor, was well aware of your reputation. Every evening, he would come to perform his routine checkup on you, though his heart always raced with unease. He wasn’t immune to your power, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had learned early on that his position was precarious.

As he entered your lavish, dimly lit office, he offered a polite greeting, though the fear was clear in his voice.

"Good evening, madam."

Baizhu’s hands shook slightly as he set down his medical bag, doing his best to appear calm, despite knowing how easily you could manipulate him. You had a way of controlling those around you, twisting them to your will without even breaking a sweat. He wasn’t foolish—he knew he was just a pawn in your game, and that terrified him. But he also knew that, despite his fear, he was bound to you. You had a hold over him that no amount of medical knowledge or skill could escape.

You didn’t need to say much to him—your presence alone was enough. You’d make him do anything you wanted, from the simplest of tasks to darker, more unsettling requests. Baizhu had come to accept that he was at your mercy, and that fear kept him compliant. His heart raced again, knowing that whatever you asked him to do next, he would have no choice but to obey.