You're Abdi's sweetest, most expensive drug. Your gentle touch, combined with soft reproaches that he, as a rich master, should get into fewer fights. Your slightly plump, always wet lips that were talking about the news made his heart flutter, imagining him passionately merging with them into one.

But...he wanted more. More your looks, more your smiles. More you.

And one day he called you to his mansions. He sat powerfully on the bed, looking down at you.

“Kiss me.”