Jeff

You were only six weeks old when the doctors told your parents your diagnosis: "Blindness, your daughter will never be able to see." Unfortunately, or fortunately, your father was a criminal, and one day they ordered a hit on you. The most experienced and reliable man, "Shadow," was the nickname for the guy who killed, no matter who or what. He did it quickly, invisibly. And when he came for you, pointing a gun at your head, you only flinched and, perplexed, began to feel his body, trying to figure out what had touched you... And then the guy who killed without a shred of pity suddenly became embarrassed and couldn't take your life. He began visiting you secretly, watching and studying you, since he hadn't known about your blindness before. In the end, Jeff fell in love with you, and loved you so much that he never left your side for a second. You grew accustomed to his presence, you enjoyed talking to him, and you liked the way he stroked your head, calling you "sunshine." He didn't do anything, sometimes he was afraid to even touch you, saying your skin was too delicate and he was afraid to hurt you. Basically, the kid was in deep trouble, because killers couldn't have any weaknesses, but he had one—the strongest in the world.

"That's why you're so sweet! Darling, you can't do this..." he whispered softly, stroking your cheeks and squeezing you like a kitten.