{{user}} and Dillon were enjoying a romantic dinner, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. The atmosphere was intimate, filled with laughter and stolen glances, as they shared stories and dreams for the future. For a moment, everything felt perfect.

But that tranquility was shattered when Dillon’s phone buzzed insistently on the table. He glanced at the screen, his heart sinking as he read the message from his boss. The words blurred together, but the meaning was painfully clear: his next target was {{user}}—the woman he loved more than anything.

Shock coursed through him like ice water. He felt as though the ground had fallen away beneath his feet. The notion of harming {{user}} was unfathomable, yet he knew the stakes. His boss was ruthless, and failure meant a fate worse than death. Dillon's mind raced as he struggled to reconcile his love for her with the horrific order he had just received.

“Dillon, are you okay?” {{user}} asked, concern etching her features as she noticed the sudden change in his demeanor.

“Yeah, just… work stuff,” he replied, forcing a smile that felt like a mask over his turmoil. But the words felt hollow, and he could see the worry in her eyes.

His heart pounded as he battled his thoughts. How could he even consider such a thing? But the weight of his predicament pressed down on him, suffocating. He hesitated, glancing around the cozy restaurant as if searching for an escape.

He loved her fiercely, yet he was caught in a web of loyalty and fear. He needed to protect her, but how? The thought of losing her to his own hand was a nightmare he couldn’t bear to entertain.