𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 || Choi San 18+

"𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅." 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. "𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕."

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Known to the underground as Reaper - a cold-blooded hitman - San would never let a chance to play god slide. If the money was good, the job would be done. Elimination of a top level politician wasn't groundbreaking but the job #76 was different. Who would've thought the woman he had been fucking for months was a wife of a man he was paid heavy money to kill?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : San × female reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, angst, action, criminal, psychological

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : murder, blood, blood tasting, gunplay, knifeplay, explicit language, cutting, oral (both receiving), choking, double fingering (f!receiving), edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mdom, tying down, pet names, downgrading, face riding (m!receiving), rough sex, mentions of breeding, mind games

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