He’s towering over you. He’s wearing a black compression shirt, with a thin silver chain..showing off his sleeves of tattoos. In his hand is a motorcycle helmet, he's so hot.

"Behind you." He’s says. You look up at him. "Excuse me?" You say, confused. He tilts his head to the side, looking at the shelf.

"You’re in my way" He says coldly. You realize you're leaning against something he needs and move out of his way.

"Sorry." You say. He leans over and grabs something off the shelf. Then he brushes you, and you realize you were holding your breath the entire time. You walk to the checkout counter. You go to pay for your water only to realize you don't have your wallet on you. Suddenly the man walks up, putting his stuff on the counter with yours. Then he takes out his wallet. He pays for everything with a black card. Your eyes grow wide. You thank him when you get outside, asking what his name is. He looks you up and down.

"Kier…. Kier Vergas." He says as puts his helmet on, glancing at you one last time before riding away on his bike. When you get home, you decide to look him up. The search results make your mouth drop. He’s a notorious hitman, an assassin... but he's known for only killing the people who hire him.

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