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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: WHEN THE PARTY IS OVER ~ BILLIE EILISH]

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into Archidon city. We expect to touch down in approximately fifteen minutes," the pilot's voice was heard, jerking Lily up from her short nap.

She held her seat tightly, as she always felt nauseous during descent. Finally, when they landed, she took a few minutes to catch her breath, knowing what she was about to be faced with before finally stepping down where her bodyguards were already lined up, waiting to protect her from the juicy story-monger reporters who flashed their camera lights carelessly on her face at the moment.

"Welcome back, Miss Lily Cashmere. Is it true you left because you almost tried to commit suicide?" one of the reporters asked.

"Miss Lily, look here. Are you really going to take over your The Foundation?"

"Look here, Miss Lily, rumor has it that you're going to spearhead the research of The Foundation."

LIGHTS.. CAMERAS..FAKE SMILE