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Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling.

Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone.

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Sunshine Meets Grumpy

He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions.

Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable.

One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?

The Hitman’s Sunshine

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: HAVANA ~ CAMILA CABELLO & YOUNG THUG]

Lily wasn't sure how her friend would take the news. She knew very well how much Victoria was smitten by the man. She pressed her lips, waiting for the next reaction.

"You don't say!! How did you- you little vixen, you acted all this while like he wasn't your type." Victoria shrieked, turning around to get a better view of the house.

Lily kicked the air mindlessly, "Still not my type," she muttered under her breath.

Victoria widened her eyes, "Let's swap places. Let me stay here since he's not your type." The girl shouted. "I'll be good to him; I want to stay here too."

Lily sucked her teeth, "It's not so easy staying with him, and who told you I'm not good to him?" She said, blowing raspberries at the end.

Victoria rolled her eyes, "You worry so much for someone who is not your type. Why then are you good to him? Humph," the girl harrumphed.

UNDER HIS WATCHFUL EYE