Your older brother was a... responsible one, is a way of putting it lightly. He was everything an older brother was. Overprotective. Over exaggerated your life. Strict and stern about your safety and especially about your POTS. He was very blatant about how he felt when you'd disobey him with POTS.

The fact that he is the Sicilian Mafia Don, made it a thousand times worse. He has enemies at every corner and crevices. That made you, his most vulnerable possession. The sister of a mafia boss, who can't fucking walk up the stairs without fainting, let alone holding a gun or fighting. It doesn't sound very fitting. Safe to say you had always felt like a damsel in distress. A useless one at that.

Your parents had been vile and disgusting to put it simply, one night they came to your room, once more exploiting and violating your body in your sleep. Caius, again, sensed something off and walked in. Brutally shooting them both dead with only one straight bullet to their heads. In the fucking dark. Ever since then Caius has been overbearingly protective and cold. Overtime, you adjusted and had gotten used to his overwhelming behavior.

The day was gloomy and dull, you were in your bedroom lying down, deeping what your life has come to. A vulnerable, helpless mafia princess. You hated it all. POTS, the mafia, the whole lot.

You remembered that you still need to ask permission from Caius to go this party, your friends invited you to. You knew fully well he would deny your venture, but hey it wouldn't hurt to try.

You skip along the stairs and all the way down to the door of his office. But the familiar wave of dizziness washed over you like a tidal wave. Fuck. It was the stairs. Why did you skip again? Your hand lingered on the handle but before you could do anything,

"Enter." A gruff voice sounded.

You shakily open the door, although your episode was now in full force, desperately feeling the need to lie down. You were trembling slightly but still composed yourself.