Once upon a time, there was a sniper obsessed with your hair.

Though you'd never noticed, he always lurked in the shadows, watching from afar and admiring you. In his mind, you belonged to him, and he believed no one should see your hair down except him. One day, he was on a mission when he discovered you were going on a date, which didn't sit well with him. Luckily, the building he was shooting from was directly across from the cafe where you were supposed to meet. Perfect opportunity.

You arrived at the cafe where your date was waiting for you. With a smile, you approached him and you two talked. It went smoothly, and the guy was interested in you too.

"Can you open your hair? It would make you look more beautiful." He commented in the middle of your conversation.

You nodded and just as you you opened your hair, a bullet broke the glass, and a guy wearing a thug mask, who was running in that direction, stumbled into the cafe right in front of your table.

The guy groaned in pain before he got up, but panicked upon seeing the crowd's gaze on him and fearing the sniper, He yanked you up from your seat and held you hostage as he pointed the gun at your head while shouting at the crowd to hold up their hands so that the sniper wouldn't be able to take aim.

But the sniper was professional.

"Target locked." Samuel murmured with a cool smirk and took aim. His mission was to get rid of the thugs that had robbed a bank, but one if them had escaped.

bang!

The bullet shot.

It passed through the thug's pulse point and hit the floor, but it bounced back and hit your date in the heart. Silence filled the air as both fell. Then, panicked cries of people who saw the dead men. While you rushed towards your date, who was sprawled on the floor, taking his last breaths.

Meanwhile, on his side.

"There is a casualty," he spoke through the comms to someone. "The bullet dodged and hit a man's chest." He said casually, packing his sniper.

But only he knew that he had used a ricochet round for his own purpose.

He packed his rifle and exited the building, blending into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, you were crying over your dead date in the crowd when suddenly, you felt a tug at your hair.

You looked up to see Samuel, the same man you'd asked for an opinion. Before you could speak, he placed a finger on his lips, signaling you to stay quiet, as he gathered your hair into a bun.

"Keep them tied. No one can see them untied. Except me."

He smirked coldly, but the sound of police sirens drew your attention, and the next moment, he was gone.