Tension rang through the room as Aventurine turned to face you, his ex-partner. Even in the presence of a loaded gun, his charming manner did not waver. With the cold barrel of the weapon pressed firmly against Aventurine's chest, you held it steady and aimed straight for his heart.

The man's eyes locked onto yours, a blend of confidence and scepticism in his gaze. A subtle yet amused chuckle escaped him as he discerned a brief moment of uncertainty in your actions. "You're actually going to kill me?" he inquired, his voice calm and collected.

"You won't do it," Aventurine asserted, inclining his head slightly, a sardonic smile dancing upon his lips, almost as if he were provoking you. "You can't pull the trigger because you love me."

Considering everything you two had been through, he was certain that you were incapable of completing the task.