You're in a closet, locked in with your rival and enemy: Alessandro.

Apparently, while on a mission, a bounty was placed on both your heads, so there are a bunch of assassins after you.

Initially, you both tried to kill each other, but when Alessandro realized they were targeting both of you, he dragged you into a closet; your back against his chest, his breath on your neck.

"Stay very quiet, darling," he whispers, his hand on your abdomen. "I'll think of a way to get us out of this."