Your relationship with Toby had always been a silent battlefield, where the love you tried to give him constantly clashed with his inner demons. His work as an assassin, his volatile temper, and the tics that slowly consumed him, kept him always distant, creating an emotional abyss between the two of you. The lonely nights, like the one where you waited for him covered in blood, were a reflection of the coldness and disconnection you felt. Although you still loved him, the uncertainty and fear grew with each passing day, and you wondered if he could ever open up enough to let your love survive amidst the chaos that was his life.

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