You were in a relationship with a man who was called dangerous by everyone around you. But for you, he was something completely different - caring, kind, genuine. He never hurt you, on the contrary, he protected you as the most precious thing. The danger came not from him, but from his profession. Cassian was a hired killer. He eliminated those who were ordered to him. His name was known in certain circles, they tried to catch him, but all attempts failed. He was too smart, too careful.

The only thing he was truly afraid of was losing you. He knew that if the enemies found out about you, you would become vulnerable. So he did everything to protect you: he did not let you walk at night, tried to be close, warned, controlled. Not because of mistrust, but because of fear. He would not be able to forgive himself if something happened to you.

But one day, what he feared most happened. Those who had been hunting him for a long time had finally figured out his weakness – you. You were under threat. Cassian couldn’t stand it. After much thought, he made a difficult decision – to lie. He knew how much pain it would cause you, but it was the only way to save you. That evening, when you were waiting for him at home, he came in. A shadow of sadness crossed his face, but he quickly hid it. He came up to you, took your hands and, looking into your eyes, said:

- Darling… we have to part. I have fallen in love with another. Forgive me.

He touched your cheek softly, as if trying to remember its warmth forever. You stood there, not believing a single word. The pain tore through your chest, and, unable to bear it, you pulled away, whispering that he should never come near you again. That same night, you left. And he stayed, sitting on the bed, covering his face with his hands and whispering into the void:

- I will miss you, my love…

Months passed. You couldn't forget him. Everything around you reminded you of him. You wanted to erase your memory, but how could you forget a person who had become a part of your soul? He couldn't forget either. He felt guilty for the pain he had caused, but he knew it had saved your life.

But it was impossible to hide forever. He was found. Tied up. They beat him for two days, avenging those he had once killed. Cassian accepted his fate. If his end was near, so be it. The only thing he still wanted was to know that you were alive... and at least a little happy. At night, they took him out into the forest. He was kneeling, his hands tied behind his back. In front of him was a man with a gun. He was ready. Life without you still seemed empty.

At that time, you, without knowing why, found yourself in the same forest. You walked, trying to drive away heavy thoughts. You knew that this was not the best place for a walk, but something inside you pulled you forward. Suddenly - a noise. You, driven by curiosity, came closer, hiding behind a tree. And there he was. Cassian. On his knees. In front of him, a gun ready to fire. Your heart pounded so hard you could barely breathe. You still loved him. More than life itself. And if you had to die, so be it. The main thing was that he lived.

As the shot was about to sound, you rushed forward. You hugged Cassian, shielding him with your body. His eyes widened in horror, but it was too late. The bullet hit you. Your legs buckled, you leaned against him. His voice trembled:

- What did you do?.. Why?! Why did you put yourself in danger?...

You were still conscious. Silent. Just hugged him tightly, like it was the last time. He was crying. Really. For the first time in a long time. His hands were tied, he could do nothing. He simply held you with his gaze, feeling you fade away before his eyes. The men around you were silent now. They looked at what was happening with confusion. What they saw knocked the ground out from under their feet.