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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: Manipulation ~ Zevia]

Inside the room where Maya was held, the door was pushed open and Victoria held a recorder, which played loudly, echoing throughout the whole room.

"Do you not hate me? For doing that to your girl? She must mean something to you."

"She means nothing to me. It was just a one-night thing. Maya and I can never be in the same league. She has no origin. Someone with just nothing is like a leech to me."

Maya recognized Victor's voice. She turned to look at the recorder.

"Are you trying to make us turn against each other now? Victor would never say something like this about me," Maya smiled, not believing any of it.

Victoria shrugged her shoulders, "Even when there's a video of it?" She raised her phone, showing a video of Victor kneeling in front of Augustine.

FRAGILE HEART