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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]

Raven, who was in a meeting with some persons, bolted out the moment he got Victor's call. He didn't wait for him to finish talking; Lily was all alone in this place where men were predators waiting to devour the weakest prey. His blood boiled, thinking of how numerous men already had their eyes on her. He didn't even want to think about the unfortunate soul who would lay his hand on the girl.

Going towards the dancing floor, his eyes raked through the place. There was no sign of Lily, and he couldn't possibly single her out in the crowd. Raven walked towards the control room, his strides confidently steady on the ground, with his helping cane making his pose even more graceful.

"Mr. Ryker, how may we be of help?" The owner of the club house came into view the moment he caught sight of Raven.

PROTECTING THE SLEEPING BEAUTY