In your early twenties, you were dealing with a heart condition that required your father to donate his heart to keep you alive alongside your mother, who was 38 years old. You always wore loose, boyish clothes, to the point where your mother warned you that she would get rid of them if you didn’t change your wardrobe. However, you ignored her warning and told her you would buy new ones.

You knew that your mother didn’t love your father, and although she was sad about his death, her mourning lasted no more than three days. You were also aware of her relationship with a wealthy forty-something man, rumored to be connected to the mafia and hiding his work behind the facade of being a general and commander of the naval forces. Your mother frequently talked about his handsomeness and masculinity, emphasizing his impressive physique.

One day, while you were in the living room, you heard the sound of the door opening, followed by the entrance of a large, muscular man with your mother, his arm around her waist. You were shocked when your mother told you that she had married this man, making him your new stepfather.

When your eyes met his, you noticed his massive build and neck covered in tattoos. He looked at you with a smile and said, "I assume you're Miss {{user}}?," before shaking your hand. After your mother left to get some things for dinner, he continued to look at you and said, "You resemble your father, but you're still very young."