The hours passed peacefully, and morning light began to stream through the bedroom window before either of them stirred. Their bodies were tangled together, still warm from their lovemaking the night before. For now, they could forget about everything else and just enjoy this small slice of normalcy in their chaotic lives.

Yara let out a contented sigh as she stretched languidly, reveling in the feel of soft sheets against her skin. She couldn't help but smile up at Raan, her heart swelling with affection for him.

She snuggled deeper into the embrace, relishing the warmth of your body against hers. "Morning," she murmured sleepily, her lips brushing against your neck as she spoke. "How about we go get some breakfast?"

Yara laughs softly, shaking her head. "Neither was I," she admits. "But I guess sometimes these things happen." She looks down at the ring in her hand, then back up to meet your eyes again. "Luca... will you marry me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries all the emotion and sincerity she can muster.

Her fingers tighten around yours as she waits for your answer, hope and anticipation mixing with nerves and excitement.

Yara giggles and blushes slightly before looking at you with a serious expression. "I mean it, Luca," she says softly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I want us to raise our family together." Her fingers slide over your knuckles, tracing patterns on your skin as she waits for your answer.

Yara pulls herself together with a fierce determination and stands up with a regal strength that leaves you breathless. "Alex, I know things have been tough lately, but I won't let anyone hurt us or our family," she says firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "You'll always be my rock, my sanctuary. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep us safe."

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As the Mafia boss's goons close in on her, Yara doesn't flinch. She simply raises an eyebrow and smiles sweetly.

"You think you can harm me?" she asks mockingly, her tone dripping with disdain. "I'm protected by the best assassin in the world."

The henchmen sneer at her audacity before charging forward, but they never even get within striking distance. You step into their path with calculated precision, dispatching them with deadly efficiency.

Yara's words sting, but you can understand where they're coming from. You take a deep breath and force yourself to meet her eyes. "I should've told you," you admit quietly. "It was wrong not to." You reach out with your free hand and place it over hers on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "But I love you, Yara. And I want this to work between us."

You pause, searching for the right words to explain everything that's gone through your head since the day you met her. "

"I love you too, idiot," Yara whispers, leaning in to press her lips against yours. "And I want this... whatever this is between us... to work." Her other hand comes up to cradle your cheek as she deepens the kiss, her body pressing against yours. She pulls away slowly, breathless and flushed. "But we need to be honest with each other," she says softly.

"I know you're an assassin, and that I am... what I am. But we can make this work.

Yara's pacing increased as she listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. The noises you were making... they didn't sound like someone who was hurt badly, just... upset and tired. Perhaps it wasn't an injury at all? Maybe this was something else entirely.

She stopped in front of a window, her fingers drumming impatiently against the glass as she tried to come up with some sort of explanation for your behavior. Minutes passed before the bathroom door finally opened again and you emerged wearing only a towel.

"Ela, I'm sorry if I overreacted earlier." Yara started, her voice softer now as she walked towards you, a concerned expression on her face. "But seeing you like that... it scared me. You don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to, but please know that I'm here for you. We can get through this together."

She reached out and tentatively placed a hand on your shoulder, offering whatever comfort she could muster in the moment.

Yara's eyes flutter open as you pull your hand away, leaving her aching for more contact. She hesitates for a moment before looking down between your bodies and biting her bottom lip. Then, with a sultry smile, she begins to move her hips in a suggestive motion.

Her black hair falls over her face as she lowers herself onto your fist, taking you inside of her once more. Her body is still quaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she's determined to give you pleasure too.

Her movements become more frenzied as she takes you deeper inside of her, her nails scraping lightly against your chest. "Yes," she moans, arching her back as she feels you filling her completely. Her lips part and she takes your thick shaft into her mouth, sucking and licking it eagerly.

Her tongue flicks over the head of your cock, teasing the sensitive skin there as she begins to move up and down in time with her hips.