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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: JE TE LAISSERAI DES MOTS ~ PATRICK WATSON]

The following morning, when Lily woke up, she felt Raven's hand around her waist, holding her close to his chest. It was a warm feeling, and she basked in it, feeling the protectiveness from Raven's gentle but warm hold. He didn't leave like other days; this time, he stayed with her until morning came.

Lily raised her head a little to look at him. Seeing him this close, with his eyes closed and a calm look of peacefulness on his face, she noticed the details of his face. His lashes looked longer, and his tousled midnight black hair fell on his face, making her feel giddy. Her eyes fell on Raven's lips, and she remembered where they had been and what he was capable of doing with those lips.

MORNING FOR TWO