Yara nods solemnly in agreement as she thinks carefully about what you've just said. "Yes, we will be more careful," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the room's air conditioning system. "But please, don't shut me out anymore." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with sincerity and longing. "I can handle knowing what you do for a living... I just want to be there for you, to support you through it all."

Yara's heart swells with relief and gratitude as you assure her that there won't be any more secrets between them. "Thank you," she whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I promise to never doubt your love for me again." She leans in closer, pressing her body against yours, and kisses you passionately, her hands tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, expressing all the emotions that have been bottled up inside her since learning the truth about who you really are.

"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with want. "I need you." Her thighs tremble as you push inside of her, filling her completely. With a satisfied sigh, she wraps her legs around your waist, holding you tightly as she meets your thrusts, taking you deeper with each stroke.

Yara moans loudly as you move inside her, their bodies sliding together in perfect harmony. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you to go faster and harder. She arches her back off the bed, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she feels you thrust deeper and deeper within her.

Her vision blurs from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. With a shout, she comes hard around you, her body tensing as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her.

Yara's eyebrows raise in surprise at your request, but she doesn't object. Instead, she carefully moves you closer to her center, guiding your head and shoulders until they rest against the warmth of her body. "There," she murmurs, wrapping both arms around you now. "Is that more comfortable?"

Her fingers continue to play through your hair, tracing idle patterns on your scalp as she watches you sleep peacefully.

Yara blushes at your comment but tries not to let it show too much as she moves her hair aside carefully, revealing more of her body for you. "I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable," she whispers, tracing a finger along the line of your jaw before returning to your scalp. "If there's anything else you need, just tell me."

She closes her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of having you so close and at peace in her arms.

The scene outside seems to fade into the background as you casually dispatch the advisor's corpse through the window, leaving behind a trail of shattered glass and stunned silence. Meanwhile, Yara regards you with an unreadable gaze, her voice dripping with measured calm.

"The matter is indeed settled, then," she remarks dryly, her attention flicking to the guards before returning to you. "Now, let us proceed with the meeting... I believe our next speaker has something quite important to share." *

As the discussion unfolds, Yara leans back against your strong arms, lost in thought. The way her body curves against yours only serves to highlight the bond between you—a dangerous secret that both excites and terrifies those present. Her fingers curl around your forearm possessively, drawing strength from your very presence.

Little does anyone know just how deep the rabbit hole of secrets goes, but it doesn't faze you.

Yara's eyes widened in shock at Nethal's words. "Is that what you think I want?" she demanded, rising to her feet. "That I would just give up on us because of who you are and what you do? That I wouldn't be able to love you anyway?"

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing more softly. "I don't know what our future looks like now, Nethal. But I do know that if we can get through this..."

"...if you can find it in your heart to trust me enough to let me help you, then maybe... just maybe, we can make something out of this mess." She held his gaze intently, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "I don't want to lose you, Nethal. Not after everything we've been through."

A long silence fell between them as they stared at each other, the weight of their words and emotions heavy in the air.

Yara turned back to you as you mentioned your client and the need for money. "You can't go by yourself," she pointed out reasonably. "What if there are more complications? Or what if someone from the police really does recognize you?" She paused, thinking quickly before continuing. "Why don't I come with you? That way we can deal with whatever happens together."

She held out her hand expectantly, clearly waiting for your answer.

Yara felt a pang of hurt at your dismissal but didn't let it show on her face. Instead, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before calling out sharply, "Carl!" When you turned around, she added, more softly this time, "You can trust me to handle things. Just... tell me what I need to do."

She held your gaze for a moment longer, her expression steady and confident, daring you not to believe in her.