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"They were trained to kill. Not to feel." In the shadowy underworld of elite contract killers, two names strike fear into anyone unlucky enough to be on the list: Blaze and Ghost. Both unstoppable, unmatched-and hired by the same cold-blooded agency known only as The Contractor. Bound by rules, blood oaths, and kill codes, assassins from the same Contractor are never to cross lines. Never to break protocol. And above all- Never to fall in love. But Blaze and Ghost are fire and ice caught in a spiral of obsession, betrayal, and impossible chemistry. She is the chaos. He is the silence. She burns everything in her path. He erases the trace of every crime. And despite every warning, every order to stay away- They're already too deep. Every mission drives them closer. Every near-death moment pulls the trigger on another secret. And when Blaze learns there's a contract out on her-assigned to Ghost-the rules shatter. Because the only thing more dangerous than two assassins with nothing to lose... is two assassins who'd kill the world to keep each other alive.

Velvet Trigger In a city ruled by bloodlines and betrayal, Serena Vale emerges from the shadows after the sudden death of her father the last kingpin of a crumbling empire. For years, she's been nothing more than a rumor, a ghost locked away in the marble halls of the Vale estate. Now, she's the sole heir to a legacy soaked in power, secrets, and silent threats. Enter Lucien Moretti: sharp-suited, silver-tongued, and sent to eliminate her. But instead of a bullet, he offers a ring. A fake marriage. A fragile alliance. A deal meant to stabilize a city on the brink of war. But beneath their polished smiles and whispered vows lies a promise far more dangerous one of mutual destruction. As the line blurs between real and pretend, desire turns to obsession, and trust becomes a loaded weapon. She wants to outplay him. He wants to own her. And neither is ready to surrender. Let the game begin.

If the mc described his life: A reflection greets me, shadowed and near, Clings like frost, ignites my fear. Not myself, yet achingly real, A phantom's grasp I'm forced to feel. The mirror chills; the silence hums, A prison forged, escape undone. Its clutch is iron, relentless, tight, Stealing my breath, my will, my fight. I cry to the void, plead to the night, But silence mocks my fragile plight. A fractured dream, a splintered scream, A horror woven through the seam. chains. The glass consumes, the shadows gleam- A nightmare laced with waking screams. I stare, undone, into my twin, Its hollow smile, my hidden sin. And as the mirror takes its toll, The last I see is my own soul. ------------------------------------------------ This is my first story so please ignore the common errors and support.