(Y/n) was supposed to die from illness. At least that is what Lucius, her boyfriend, told her when she woke up with no memories of who she was. He didn't tell her how she survived or how she found herself back home when she should have been at the hospital. He didn't say much, really. Just that he loved her and was glad she was alive. And when she woke up, there wasn't much (Y/n) knew about herself or her past. But one thing she was certain about was that her body and some of her memories didn't feel like hers, and that some things in Lucius's explanations didn't add up. "I didn't have a choice, (Y/n). Your condition gave me no choice." WARNING: this story will contain mentions of violence, profanities, sexual themes and displays of toxic relationship. If you're not comfortable with these please proceed with caution