Obsidian h.s

Freya Peirce
She had no name, no face, no past. Only orders.
Raised in the shadows of a brutal facility that broke children and built killers, she escaped at eighteen and vanished into the underworld. Now, she's a ghost. A myth. A hitwoman with no face and a reputation built on blood.

Harry Styles
He's the only man who could rival her silence.
Charming, deadly, and just as lost, he's carved out a legacy of his own.

When they meet at a bar, 'strangers', drinking in the dark, they don't know their missions are the same.
She's been sent to kill him.
He's been sent to kidnap her.

The trap is set by someone from her past. Someone who wants her back.
But when the truth surfaces, the bullets stop, and the bickering begins. Forced to team up, they chase the ghost of her childhood through a web of lies, trauma, and power.
Until she disappears again taken by the man who built her.
AND THIS TIME, he won't stop until he burns the world down to get her back.

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"Last time...you didn't tell me anything about your past. Why?"
His question rang through my head, my pulse thumping in my chest. I refuse to meet his eyes once more, his intense gaze signalling in on me. I refuse to meet his eyes because simply, I couldn't cave. I wouldn't, I was built to think emotions were a waste of time, that if I were to show them, only bad things would come my way. And the thing is I believed it, it kept me safe.
"Freya"

"I didn't think that stuff was important". I breathe out, finally meeting with him head level, we stared across the table as if the air was mingled with all our unknown answers.

When he spoke up, his voice was rigid and deep, replying with a low "bullshit, because I told you shit. And guess what? You cared, you were just scared of what I would think of you".

"I was attached, and I didn't want you to think I was any more of a monster than I already was"
Fuck. There it goes. The slip.

TW - Violence, Explicit mature themes