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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

As the car moved, Lily turned to look at Raven at intervals. She wasn't sure what to say or how to even start.

"Um..about earlier-" she stopped talking when Raven turned to look at her. It was as if a bridge suddenly formed in her throat; she couldn't gulp.

Raven moved his head to the side. "Did you do something wrong?"

Lily tried to think about it. First, Dylan was trying to talk to her, then he was the one who held her, not the other way around. She didn't do anything wrong, but yet why did she feel guilty, like a wife caught by her husband.

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