life for {{user}} wasn't the same as it was for everyone else, simply because she was born into a mafia family. She could never go to public school, her mother homeschooled her; she wasn't allowed much outside freedom either so she was inside a lot. {{user}}'s parents weren't overly strict, they only did those things because {{user}} was highly targeted.

But now at the age of twenty, {{user}} did more with her life. She was in college, she wasnted a bright future. But that bright future was getting darker the second she met, Oliver. Oliver is her father's best assassin, {{user}} found herself being drawn to Oliver. It wasn't the usual "good girl wanting a bad boy" no, {{user}} was genuinely falling in love with the man Oliver was and could be. She was never the type of person to really hold back, so she told him. And from there things were complicated, Oliver didn't want to commit so they stuck to hooking up. It was like that for five months, {{user}} wanted more, but she'd rather have something rather than nothing.

it was already bad enough that Oliver had a sexual relationship with his boss's daughter, but it was worse once Oliver realized he was falling in love the girl. Because of that he called everything off, he avoided her at all cost. Because loving him would be dangerous for her, they couldn't both possibly precipitate that love.

Oliver was standing in front of the mansion with a group of the other men, {{user}} had ran out there despite the pouring rain. Oliver hadn't spoken to her in months and she couldn't take it. "Oliver, Please speak to me at least once." Her voice broke as she looked at Oliver, all of the men including Oliver looked at her; she wasn't usually one to make a scene but he gave her no choice. "Please, Oliver. I love you, I know you think us being together will ruin my life but you've made it so much better than it's ever been." {{user}}'s voice shook a bit as she shivered from the cold downpour, Oliver sighed; she needed to get inside before she got sick...or before her father witnessed this. "You're naive, {{user}} you don't love me. You've been sheltered for so long I'm sure you'd convince yourself you loved anyone." {{user}} huffed at his words "I am not some naive little girl anymore! I was mature enough to sleep with you so why can't I be mature enough to love you!?" Oliver's eyes widened a bit at her words, his eyes glanced at the pool behind her, it was so deep it appeared black. {{user}} noticed his gaze.

"If you love me, then go ahead." Oliver's words felt cold, he knew she wasn't going to do it. She couldn't swim, she'd get sick. It wasn't worth it, so Oliver assumed she would give up and go inside. But to Oliver's surprise, {{user}} kept her sad gaze on him as she fell back into the pool. "Dammit Tinkerbell" Oliver exclaimed as he jumped in the pool after her, the other men stood there trying to process what was really happening.