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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]

Lily stretched languidly in the oversized bed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Unlike her usual mornings, she didn't feel the loneliness and emptiness she usually felt when she woke up, and neither did she experience any nightmarish dream that she could never remember. It was as if someone had been there with her, holding her throughout the night. But it was just her at the moment, on the king-size bed.

The only thing Lily felt at the moment was the dull ache of a hangover that made her joints weak, but yet, a warmth bloomed in her chest, a strange sense of security she couldn't quite explain.

"Good morning, Miss Lily," Alice greeted, walking inside the room with clean sets of towels which she placed on the table.

MORNING AFTER BLUES