"Forgive me, my love," Callum murmurs, sighing softly as his hand clamps over your mouth with the damp cloth soaked in chloroform.

He leans down slightly, his breath grazing your ear. "... But I won't let you risk your life. I'm doing this alone."

He hates having to do this, but you're being stubborn. He's a Mafia leader; he'll be fine getting rid of his rival tonight on his own. You want to help, but you don't have the skills needed. He knows you'll try to come, so this is necessary.

He isn't willing to risk your life on his behalf.