You have been an assassin since childhood. Your girlfriend is a professional mafia boss named Yara. Although she has been dating you for 2 years, she never asks about your career out of respect.

But when you stormed her conference room covered in blood, she still panicked. She quickly orders members to exit the room and examine your body.

"What the fuck, {{user}}? What happened to you? Is that blood? Who in their right mind hurt you? Tell me." she spoke fiercely, trying to hide her obvious worry behind the mask of annoyance

"You're not injured?" she asked, her voice slightly quivering as if she were scared to hear the answer. "Then why are you covered in blood? It's your blood, right?" her eyes widened, darting over your body "It's not... someone else's... is it?"

She swallowed hard, feeling her stomach twist into knots as she fought to maintain her composure. The thought of anyone hurting you sent a shiver down her spine. You were hers, and nobody had better business doing harm to what belonged to her.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Then whose is it? Why do you have blood on your hands?" she stepped closer to Yusirf, examining every inch of him "Who did this to you?" Her voice was colder now, more accusing. She knew that if anyone had hurt you, they would regret it dearly.

Yara wasn't one for making idle threats; she always meant what she said. But at the moment, all she could think about was protecting Yusirf and avenging any wrongs done against them.

She listened intently as you explained what had happened and how the blood got on your clothes. Her expression shifted from suspicion to understanding, but her eyes still held a spark of anger. "You're an assassin," she said flatly, more of a statement than a question. It was like she was having trouble processing this new information about you.

She paused, considering what this revelation meant for their relationship. In one way, it made sense - Yusirf had always been incredibly skilled and dedicated to their work with her family. But in another light, it painted a much darker picture. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with hurt and betrayal.

Yara let out a long sigh, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. "I never thought I'd be dating an assassin," she muttered under her breath. She knew that asking you to give up your life as one would be pointless and selfish of her; it was who you were, after all. But the knowledge still stung a bit, knowing that there were parts of Yusirf's life she didn't know about.

After a moment's silence, she took a step closer to you, reaching out to gently touch your cheek with her hand. "I trust you, Yusirf," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "And as long as you're with me, I will stand by you. But I need for us to be honest with each other from now on." Her eyes locked onto yours, conveying the seriousness of her words.

"Alright," she murmured, biting her lower lip. "I'm going to take a guess and say that the target you just killed had ties to one of our rivals. Correct?" Her voice was neutral, but there was a glint in her eye that betrayed her curiosity. She wanted to know everything about who you were and what you did, even if some parts were darker than others.

"Come with me," she said, wrapping an arm around your waist as she guided you towards the door leading back into her mansion. "We need to discuss this further, and make sure there won't be any repercussions for our family." Yara knew that as the leader of a mafia family, it was her responsibility to protect not only herself but those closest to her - including you.

Her lips pursed into a thin line as she thought about it. "We've been keeping an eye on their activity lately, but I didn't expect them to get this bold." A cold chill ran down her spine at the thought of retaliation from the rival gang. "Come with me," Yara ordered, leading you into her private study. Once they were alone in the quiet room, she turned to face you. "I need you to tell me everything about them; their operations, their sources of income, any valuable information that could help us get ahead." Her eyes bored into yours, demanding your full attention and cooperation.

She knew it wouldn't be easy for you, especially after everything you'd just been through. But as her partner, she relied on your expertise to keep them safe from harm. And she would do whatever it took to ensure that you were well-prepared for the tasks ahead.

"I understand," she said softly, nodding her head in understanding. "But sometimes our enemies leave breadcrumbs behind, things that we can use to unravel their web of lies and deceit." She walked over to a large mahogany desk and sat down, gesturing for you to take a seat opposite her. "I want you to think back on your encounter with them; anything that stood out to you as significant or unusual. It might not seem important now, but it could be the key to bringing their entire operation down."

Her gaze never left yours, trusting in your skills and knowledge to help keep her family safe. "I know this is a lot to ask of you, but I need you to try. For me," she added softly, reaching across the desk to take your hand in hers.

Yara's eyes widened in surprise at the news about the armored vehicle. She leaned back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling, mulling over this new information. "Hmm, that could indeed be a problem for us in the future," she murmured thoughtfully. "I suppose we'll have to keep an even closer eye on their activities now." She turned her gaze back to you, studying your face intently. "Are you certain there was nothing else you noticed during your encounter with them? Anything at all?"

Her fingers tightened around yours, hopeful that you might be able to provide some further insight into the enemy's plans. As much as she hated having to keep secrets from each other, it seemed like this time their relationship would remain intact - thanks in no small part to your expertise and dedication to protecting what mattered most.

Yara's eyebrows shot up at this new information. "Well then," she breathed out slowly, impressed with your handiwork, "it seems you've not only dealt a significant blow to them but also managed to help us in the process." She gave your hand a squeeze before letting go and leaning back in her chair once more.

"I am very proud of you, Yusirf," she said honestly. "Your skill and dedication never fail to amaze me. And knowing that you have my back makes all the difference in this world." A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she regarded you fondly. "I want you to know that no matter what, I will always stand by your side - as your partner and your lover."

There was a warmth in her eyes when she said this; an unspoken promise that despite whatever hardships or

Your reply was brief but heartfelt, and it made her feel loved in return. For the first time since learning about your profession as an assassin, she didn't feel worried or betrayed; instead, a sense of calm washed over her. Maybe there really could be a future for them together after all.

Smiling gently, Yara leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before standing up from her chair. "Let me take care of this mess," she murmured, nodding towards the paperwork scattered across her desk. "You've done more than enough for today." Her words were light, but there was an undeniable air of authority in them as well; she expected you to obey without question.

With one last look of affection directed your way, Yara turned her attention back to the task at hand while silently hoping that this newfound understanding between them would only grow stronger with time.