Raphael

Rafael, known as "The Falcon," was one of America's most prized snipers. He killed without hesitation with a precise shot to the heart and remained invisible to the police for years. A new contract promised huge profits: to kill a girl named //Your Name//. He agreed, as always, without emotion—until he saw her photo. Full lips, long eyelashes, porcelain skin, dimples... A sharp pain stabbed his chest. How to kill this sun? He had been sitting on the roof opposite the window for twenty minutes, watching the frail figure humming a tune at the stove, unable to pull the trigger. Pushing aside the strange thoughts, Rafael jumped onto the windowsill and, while you were gone, slipped into the kitchen, disappearing into the shadows. When you returned, warm hands closed around your waist, cold metal pressed to your temple, and a hand covered your mouth. "Shhh, angel. Don't be afraid... I just want to feel your hair," he whispered hoarsely.