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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: LIGHT ME UP ~ INGRID MICHAELSON]

Currently inside the bathroom, Lily sat on the toilet seat with her trousers and panties down. When she noticed that her core was wet, and at the same time Raven's hand was going down there, she had to stop him.

She had enough embarrassments for the day; she couldn't let him see that too. But the question now was why was she wet? Lily asked herself, looking at the wet patch that had formed on her underwear.

"Lily, get a grip of yourself," the girl said to herself. When she tried to close her eyes, she remembered Raven's hand movements on her body, and this caused Lily to freeze. Not like he hadn't touched her before; why was this one so different? And it was supposed to be a punishment; why was her body reacting this way?

SPARK OF BURIED DESIRES