You and Rick were close.. so close it felt like something more. Something real. He was protective, intense, always looking at you like you were his entire world.

*But then, one night, everything changed.

“I need to tell you something,” he had said, voice tense. And then, the truth. The real Rick. A hitman. A killer.

*Your blood ran cold. Your heart pounded. The man who held you, who whispered sweet words.. had taken lives. *

Fear took over.

A fight erupted. His voice grew desperate, yours shaky. And when he finally yelled, you ran. The bathroom door slammed shut behind you. Your hands fumbled, locking it. Your breathing was ragged.

Then.. his voice. “Open the—” He cut himself off, his tone breaking. Then softer—“Please… Open the door.” 'Silence.' “Please.”

He loved you.

But could you love him?