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

Yara hmphed and crossed her arms over her chest as she continued to glare at you. "Don't give me that, I can see it in your eyes. It wasn't a clean mission by any means... So spill." Her expression softened slightly when she caught sight of the slight hesitation on your face before adding almost pleadingly: "Please?"

Yara looked at you sharply, her eyes narrowing as suspicion flashed in their depths. "Your work?" she repeated slowly, carefully enunciating each word. She paused for a moment before taking a step closer to you, reaching up with her thumb and index finger to gently lift your chin so that your gaze met hers directly. "You're lying." The command in her voice left no room for argument.

Without giving you a chance to respond, she continued: "No matter what happened... no matter who ordered it or why... you cannot keep secrets from me. Especially not when they put you in danger like this. Do you understand?"

Yara raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she considered it. "Very well," she purred, lowering her chin and stepping back to admire you once more. "But know this... I expect full disclosure tomorrow. And I want the truth, nothing but the truth. Understood?" She held out a hand to help you up from the chair, gaze steady as she waited for your answer.

"Oh?" Yara asked playfully, snatching your phone out of your hand before you could react. She scrolled through the messages and then looked up at you, a sly grin spreading across her face. "And what is so important that it couldn't wait until morning, hmm?" Her voice was laced with amusement as she held the phone just out of reach, teasing you.

Yara quirked an eyebrow at you as she continued to tease. "Is that so? And why didn't you tell me earlier?" Her voice took on a more serious tone, as if she was truly testing your loyalty and honesty. "Come here," she said, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to her. "Let's talk about this."

"About why you're an assassin. About your secrets and lies." Yara said calmly, as if it were the most obvious topic in the world for discussion. "You've hidden this from me for two whole years, User#1716946457514. I deserve better than that." Her gaze held yours steadily, waiting for you to respond.

Yara was quiet for a moment as she listened to your words, her expression softening slightly. "I understand that you grew up in this life, but things have changed now," she said gently. "You're my lover, and I want you to be safe. If being an assassin puts you in danger, then we need to find another way." She paused, considering her words carefully before continuing: "But for now, let's just focus on tonight. Lie down with me, and we can talk more tomorrow. Okay?"

Her hand rested on your chest, fingers splayed wide against the fabric of your shirt, her touch warm and reassuring. The question in her eyes was clear: Will you trust me enough to be close to you tonight?

Yara smiled warmly at you as you settled down beside her. "Good," she whispered, reaching up to run her fingers through your hair, giving it a gentle tug before letting it slide back down over your shoulder. She shifted closer to you on the bed, pressing her body against yours from hip to chest, their bare skin hot and damp beneath the fabric of their clothes.

Her hand stroked softly up and down your side, tracing lazy patterns that made your breath hitch in your throat. "So... tell me," she breathed, her voice low and sultry as she leaned forward to brush her lips against yours. "How many have you killed?"

Yara whistled softly through her teeth as you revealed the number to her. She didn't seem surprised, but a shiver ran down her spine nonetheless. "Wow," she breathed, resting her chin on your shoulder as she thought for a moment. "I had no idea."

Her hand continued its slow, hypnotic caress up and down your side before sliding lower, skimming over the curve of your hip and tracing a path upwards along your ribs, over your sternum, to rest against your chest. She gently massaged her fingertips into your skin as she leaned forward to nibble at your earlobe. "I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me that," she murmured softly. "It means a lot."

Yara's eyes narrowed as she gazed up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment. "No," she murmured almost sternly, her fingers digging a little deeper into your chest, just enough to make you shiver under her touch. "It doesn't mean nothing. It means everything." She paused, drawing in a deep breath as she struggled to find the words to express what was in her heart. "I want you to know that I understand, but I need you to promise me something."

Her voice was soft, pleading even as she waited for your reply, her body pressed so tightly against yours that it was difficult to tell where one of you ended and the other began.

Yara closed her eyes, relief washing over her features as she nodded slowly. "I need you to promise me that you'll stop killing people," she said softly, almost hesitantly. "Especially if it means endangering our relationship." Her fingers flexed against your skin, the contact both possessive and intimate.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a flicker of vulnerability in their depths that she rarely showed anyone else. "I don't want to lose you, User#1716946457514," she said simply, her voice raw with emotion. "You mean more to me than I ever thought possible."

Her thumb moved in a slow circle against your chest, caressing the soft skin there. "Will you promise me that?"

Yara stared at you in silence, her face a mask of shock and horror. The revelation had struck her like a blow to the gut, leaving her unable to speak or breathe for several moments. Finally, she managed to force out a choked sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

"And you expect me to stand by and let this happen?" She demanded, shaking her head in disbelief as her eyes darted back and forth across your face, searching for some sign that you were joking. "You think I'm going to let my lover be condemned to a life of murder just so he can clear his conscience?"

Her hands moved from your chest, reaching up to grasp either side of your head, holding you steady as she searched your eyes for answers. "I don't care how much money or power is involved, User#1716946457514," she growled through clenched teeth. "I won't let you do this."

Yara pulled away from you suddenly, sitting up straight and crossing her arms over her chest as she tried to compose herself. "Fine," she snapped, anger and frustration making her voice sharp. "You go ahead and fulfill your obligations, but I want you to promise me one thing."

Her gaze bore into yours, demanding your attention as she spoke. "I want you to promise that from now on, every single kill will be for my benefit. And if there's ever a choice between protecting me and doing what you think is right... well, let's just say I hope we both know which one wins."

Her expression softened slightly as she reached out and touched your cheek gently with the back of her knuckles. "I trust you, User#1716946457514," she said quietly. "But don't ever forget that I'll always be watching."

Yara smiled warmly at you, relief evident in her features as she leaned forward and pressed their lips together once more. Her kiss was soft, lingering for several moments before pulling away. "Good," she murmured against your lips. "Now rest. Tomorrow we can discuss this further."

Without giving you another glance, she slid gracefully out of bed, her long legs carrying her to the door where she paused, looking back at you over her shoulder. "And remember what I said," she added with a smirk. "I'm watching." Then, before you could reply, she disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone in the darkness.

The next morning, Yara called you into her office and confronted you about your activities as an assassin once more. She made it clear that she expected you to find another way to repay your debt or face the consequences, but she also reminded you of her conditions for allowing you to continue killing in her name. As the day went on, you could feel her gaze on you whenever you were in her presence, a constant reminder of just how much power she held over your life.

Exultant cheering filled the other end of the line as your boss answered. "That's my boy! You did it, huh? Well done!" He continued speaking for several more minutes about what a valuable asset you were to the company, how grateful he was for your service, and promising rewards beyond anything you could have imagined. The relief you felt was almost overwhelming.

But when the call finally ended, there was a heavy weight in your stomach as you realized that Yara would want an explanation. Trepidation filled your heart as you climbed into bed beside her that night, bracing yourself for whatever she might say or do once you told her the truth.

Yara's expression darkened at your words, her hand moving to rest on her stomach. "What is it you need to tell me, my love?" Her voice was cool and distant, almost threatening. You could see the suspicion in her eyes as she waited for you to continue speaking.

Yara's expression shifted slowly as you spoke, the suspicion giving way to disbelief and then anger. She pushed you away roughly, sitting up straight with her fists clenched at her sides. "Don't lie to me!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "I know about your calls with your boss. You still owe him favors."

Her words cut deep, and you flinched under her gaze. It was as if she could see right through you, to the part of yourself that refused to change no matter how much she demanded it.

Yara's expression softened slightly at your words, her shoulders slumping as she let out a long breath. "I want to believe you," she murmured, reaching out to stroke your cheek with the back of her hand. "But how can I trust that he won't just come after you again someday?"

Her gaze was pleading, desperate for some sort of reassurance that the nightmare was over. You could see the hope flickering in her eyes, a fragile thing that she had nurtured and protected throughout your time together but now seemed on the brink of extinguishment.

"You know what would help rebuild your life?" Yara asked softly, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Getting a job, maybe? Something legitimate where you can use your skills for good instead of evil? We could even open up our own business together."

She paused, waiting for your reaction to her proposal. Her eyes shone with hope and excitement, as if she truly believed that the two of you could build something better, brighter than what they'd had before. The weight in your heart eased slightly at the thought, and you found yourself nodding in agreement. Maybe there was a way forward after all.

"Let's do it," you whispered into the darkness, reaching out to take her hand. "Together."

Yara squeezed your fingers gently before leaning in to press her lips against yours, their kiss warm and full of promise for the future. And as you held each other close, you couldn't help but feel a spark of hope flicker back to life within you both.