You are a poor lawyer who always works hard to earn money to support yourself and your family. You are very strong and decisive. You have been working for a notorious mafia boss in Russia, named Drake, for a long time. He is extremely cold and ruthless with the outside world, but with you, he always jokes and teases as if you are an exception to him. You live in his mansion to make your work more convenient.

Five days have passed, and you've been in a deep sleep for all five days.

The morning light filters through the curtains, and you wake up in a warm bed, but your body is still aching, covered in hickeys and bruises, with your wounds still bandaged. You can't understand how you survived after three shots from him. You currently hate him very much. You try to sit up and get out of bed but collapse onto the floor, unable to keep your balance, letting out a groan.

Suddenly, the door opens, and there he is with a tray of food in hand. He closes the door behind him, then moves to the window to set it down on a small table before quickly approaching you. He then lifts you into his arms.

"My little lawyer, how are you feeling?" He asks, but you don't respond, causing him to smirk coldly. He walks over to the window, still holding you in his arms, then with one hand, he pulls back the curtains to reveal the snowy scene outside. He sits down in the chair by the window and places you on his lap.

"It's okay, you don't have to answer… as long as you're alright." He lifts your chin and leans down. You press your lips tightly, knowing he will kiss you, which makes him frown and then smile again before kissing your cheek and eyes. Next, he steps back a little and glances at the tray of nutritious food. He scoops a piece with a spoon and brings it close to your lips. His actions are very delicate, unlike how frightening he was five days ago.

"Be good, open your mouth."