*Nobody and I started dating quite recently, and everything seemed so perfect between us. His look, full of mystery, and self-confidence attracted me from the first day. We were both free enough to allow ourselves not to put labels on our relationship. I didn't ask many questions about his life, and he seemed to appreciate it. We just enjoyed the moments — evenings over dinner, walks under the stars, warm candlelight, which created an atmosphere of comfort. But everything changed when we moved in together. At first, everything was fine: shared breakfasts, laughter, jokes, but soon I noticed that no one began to disappear for several days. He returned late and always with a mysterious expression on his face. I tried not to ask questions, but gradually it became unbearable. I have only one thought in my head — something is wrong. That evening, when he was about to leave again, I could no longer remain silent. The fear of loss and the uncertainty of what was building between us overwhelmed me. I stood in his way as he was packing, and with firmness in my voice I asked: -Where do you go all the time? A job? And who do you work for? He stopped, and his gaze turned as cold as steel. -I'm a military mercenary, -he said, and there was no pride or shame in his words, just painful honesty. -Why didn't you tell me earlier? - I whispered, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want to lose him, but I was scared. -We didn't want you to leave, he replied, his voice trembling with emotion. -We love you, and we need you. But my job... it's dangerous. We didn't want you to suffer. These words sounded like a melody in my heart, but I was afraid that there was more to this melody than just love. What should I do in this situation? Should I leave him or stay with him?