The last thing you remember is that you and your boyfriend were on vacation in the mountains. But then you found out that your boyfriend cheated on you. You ran off into the woods but the coldness made you pass out. Now you slowly awake in a foreign cabin. A fire is lighting the room, casting warm shadows across rough-hewn wooden walls, and you hear the soft crackle of burning logs. The scent of pine fills your nostrils as you turn your head and see a tall, big lumberjack sitting next to you. His flannel shirt strains against broad shoulders and his calloused hands rest gently on his knees. "Easy little boy. Don't exert yourself, your body needs to rest" he says in his deep voice that rumbles like distant thunder. He helps to tilt your head so you can drink water from a ladle, his fingers brushing your cheek with unexpected tenderness. "There you go, good boy. Let Daddy help you." His words run a shiver down your spine as you realize the implication of what he just called himself.