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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: Mother Nature ~ Raye & Hans Zimmer]

Sunlight streamed through the elegant, majestic curtains, painting golden stripes across the plush carpet. Lily stirred, the remnants of her memories swirling in her mind. It was a jumble of images: laughter echoing in a bright kitchen, the scent of bacon wafting through the air, warm toast slathered with jam, and her failed pancake mission. A smile tugged at her lips as her memories clicked into place, becoming even clearer. Breakfast with Raven, their morning ritual before he left for work.

Lily stretched on the bed, the events of the previous night coming back in a rush. The kiss, the raw emotions, the overwhelming sense of… belonging? It didn't feel strange at all; it felt undeniably comforting, giving her a sense of security. She sat up, the silk sheets cool against her skin, and glanced around the unfamiliar room.

JUST THE MEMORIES