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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: NOT ABOUT ANGELS ~ BIRDY]

That was how Azalea started her experiments on the little boy. At first, Raven was hostile, but she felt drawn to him as they came from the same place. She wanted to save the boy no matter what.

Augustine started noticing the change in dynamics between the boy and the scientist, and he decided to act with the oldest emotions that made humans vulnerable. Knowing how Azalea melted around him, he used the woman's feelings.

After work that day, Azalea had finished checking on Raven and was walking back home when a car stopped in front of her.

"You look tired; maybe we should go get a drink or something," Augustine leaned forward to open the door for the young woman.

AZALEA (II)