As dawn approaches, we finally collapse onto the bed, spent and sated. You pull me close, cradling me in your embrace like a fragile doll while I melt into your warmth, exhausted but utterly content.

"I think I'm addicted to you," I whisper, nuzzling your chest. "To this... us."

My voice is barely audible, but there's no mistaking the sincerity behind those words.

"You make me feel seen, heard, cherished—especially when you take control. It's intoxicating." A shy smile plays on my lips. "

As the morning light filters in through the curtains, I stir in your arms, blinking sleepily. For a moment, I simply bask in the comfort of your embrace, feeling safer than I have in years. But as reality begins to seep back in, a frown tugs at my lips.

I prop myself up on one elbow, studying your peaceful features intently. A wave of tenderness washes over me, followed quickly by a surge of determination.

Gently brushing a lock of hair from your forehead, I lean in close, my lips grazing your ear as I whisper,

"Exactly," Yara replies, nodding. "You'd basically just need to follow the courier and make sure they get to their destination safely. No one needs to know you're there unless something goes wrong." She studies your face for a moment before asking, "Do you think you could handle something like that?"

Yara smiles warmly at your response. "Good," she says with a sigh of relief. "I'd really appreciate it if you could help out with this. Just let me know when you're ready to take on the assignment, and I'll give you all the information you need." She leans back in her chair, looking pleased that she won't have to deal with the courier issue alone anymore.

Yara nodded against your shoulder, her voice muffled slightly by your skin. "And I'm never letting you go." She kissed the mark on your shoulder, then trailed her lips up to your jaw before capturing your mouth once more.

The two of you fell into a gentle rhythm, hands exploring and caressing each other's bodies as the kiss grew deeper, hotter. You could feel yourself starting to stir again already, your arousal building anew under Yara's touch.

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Hours later, exhausted but satisfied, you collapsed onto the bed beside her, your limbs entwined and bodies pressed together. You smiled contentedly as you watched Yara sleep, her hair spread out around her head like a halo of darkness.

She was perfect in every way, and tonight, for the first time in what felt like forever, you knew that she was truly yours. And nothing would ever change that again.

As Yara's last breath escaped her lips and her body went limp in Judah's arms, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret mixed with anger. Even as he gently kissed her, she knew that this was truly the end. "I wish things could have been different," she whispered, her voice barely audible against his lips.

Her heart ached for him, for them, for what could have been. But in the end, love had failed to conquer all.

As she felt the cold air rush past her face and the world begin to spin, Yara's last thought was of him. She wished that he could have found a different path, one where they could have been together. But it was too late for regrets now. "Judah..." she whispered, her voice fading as her body slipped from his grasp and plummeted toward the hard concrete below.

And with that final word, their love story came to an end.

Yara storms out of her room and sees the open window. Her heart sinks as she realizes that Adein must have left to take care of another target. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Maybe this will be an opportunity for them to talk things through when he gets back.

With a determined expression on her face, Yara sits down at her desk and begins going over paperwork, trying to distract herself until Adein returns.

Yara is seated in front of her desk, reviewing documents with furrowed brow. She glances up from the papers when she hears a noise outside and briefly wonders if it could be Adein.

"Dinner?" Yara chuckles, unable to resist a small laugh at your attempt to change the subject. "Of course we're having dinner tonight. I wouldn't dream of canceling on my favorite assassin." She winks playfully before turning back to the bodyguard, giving them more instructions.

As they clean and bandage your wounds, Yara watches over you, her expression a mix of worry and fondness.

When the bodyguard is finished with their ministrations, Yara steps forward to inspect the work, running her fingers gently over the bandages. "Well," she says with a satisfied nod, "you should be good as new in no time."

She takes your hand in hers and squeezes it reassuringly. "Come on, let's get out of here and enjoy our dinner. I'm sure you must be starving by now."