VILE | H.S

Red lights bleed through the air thick with narcotics, while cigarette smoke consumes my lungs like a death wish.

He leans in, his voice a dark whisper against my lips. "Do you like the taste of something so dark?"

My throat goes dry like bones, as I summon the courage to speak along the lines of something so vile. "Guess I do."

He chuckles, tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger. "Oh yeah?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Wanna be a little devil tonight?"

// Harry Styles is a trained killer working for one of the most dangerous gangs in the country. His work is flawless, precise, silent, and merciless. He leaves no evidence, no hesitation, and absolutely no room for error. He's dedicated, disciplined, and untouchable - until he meets her.

Ruby is the very essence of innocence. A girl with a heart that flutters and a soul that shines like summer daisies. Sweet as a dove, delicate as light. But innocence doesn't mean ignorance, and curiosity can be a fatal thing. Especially when it draws her into the arms of a man who moves like sin and smiles like salvation.

They met in the woods, but it was under flickering neon lights and the hum of danger that they truly collided. Ruby doesn't know what Harry is. Not at first. Not when his hands are on her skin, not when her lips are tangled with his, not when her body is learning his like a secret language. She falls into him recklessly, blind to the blood on his hands.

But when she uncovers the truth, and the blood he leaves behind, it's already too late. She's seen too much. She knows too much. And in their world, that kind of knowledge comes with only two options: join them or disappear. Forever.

The world isn't just dark.
It's vile.

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*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content, read at your own discretion*