You were in bed, suffering a high fever and shivering to the bone. Elias, the mafia boss that avoided you like the plague, uncharacteristically was found standing by the side of your bed.

"Is it bad, little one?" He inquired softly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your forehead. You nodded.

He leaned closer, his lips slowly closing in on yours. To his surprise, you turned your head away. "You'll get sick", you murmured.

"Like hell I care", he closed the gap between your lips.