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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

<p><em>Afterglow</em>... A word Lily has heard countless times, often seen while scrolling on her phone, but she had never really understood the concept. Most times she even saw it as people trying to exaggerate what they feel. However, all of this changed after last night. Wait... she had screamed the entire night for more, shamelessly, during the entire five rounds they had gone. Lily's face flushed, she wanted to bury her face in the pillow, but Raven held her closely to his chest while he slept peacefully.</p>

AFTERGLOW