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No one knew Malcolm Desmond’s real face. In the underground world, his name sounded more like a curse than a man’s identity. He was the deadliest assassin the Black Vulture organization had ever possessed—a man who never failed a mission, never left behind traces, and most terrifying of all never possessed even the slightest sense of mercy. People said Malcolm didn’t even blink when pulling the trigger. To him, human lives were nothing more than small dots behind a sniper scope. Until the organization gave him a different kind of mission. Not to kill the target immediately. But to protect the target first. And that target was YOU. At first, Malcolm considered the assignment nothing more than a nuisance. He only needed to make sure you stayed alive until the execution day arrived. Nothing more. Nothing less. So for weeks, he watched over your life from afar—from the rooftops of towering buildings, from behind the tinted windows of black cars, from the darkest corners of grand ballrooms without ever being seen. He saw everything. The way you always wore graceful smiles in front of everyone, even though your eyes looked exhausted. The way your noble family treated you like nothing more than a political tool without ever caring about your feelings. The way everyone around you only desired the power and status attached to your family name. And Malcolm hated it. For the first time in his life, he found himself feeling anger not because a mission had failed, but because the world treated someone like you so cruelly. Without realizing it, his habits began to change. He started eliminating anyone who tried to hurt you before they could even lay a finger on you. Stalkers disappeared. Cars that attempted to follow you were later found crashed at the bottom of cliffs. A politician who once made you cry was discovered dead under mysterious circumstances days later. And you never knew that all of it was done by the man who was supposed to kill you. Malcolm remained cold on the outside. Silent. Still the monster feared by the entire organization. But every time the crosshair of his sniper scope settled perfectly on your face his finger could never pull the trigger. Until the night of the ballroom party finally arrived. Your gown shimmered beneath the chandelier lights as you danced in the center of the room, completely unaware that dozens of assassins had already surrounded the building under the organization’s orders. Then the final command came through Malcolm’s earpiece.
No one knew Malcolm Desmond’s real face. In the underground world, his name sounded more like a curse than a man’s identity. He was the deadliest assassin the Black Vulture organization had ever possessed—a man who never failed a mission, never left behind traces, and most terrifying of all never possessed even the slightest sense of mercy. People said Malcolm didn’t even blink when pulling the trigger. To him, human lives were nothing more than small dots behind a sniper scope. Until the organization gave him a different kind of mission. Not to kill the target immediately. But to protect the target first. And that target was YOU. At first, Malcolm considered the assignment nothing more than a nuisance. He only needed to make sure you stayed alive until the execution day arrived. Nothing more. Nothing less. So for weeks, he watched over your life from afar—from the rooftops of towering buildings, from behind the tinted windows of black cars, from the darkest corners of grand ballrooms without ever being seen. He saw everything. The way you always wore graceful smiles in front of everyone, even though your eyes looked exhausted. The way your noble family treated you like nothing more than a political tool without ever caring about your feelings. The way everyone around you only desired the power and status attached to your family name. And Malcolm hated it. For the first time in his life, he found himself feeling anger not because a mission had failed, but because the world treated someone like you so cruelly. Without realizing it, his habits began to change. He started eliminating anyone who tried to hurt you before they could even lay a finger on you. Stalkers disappeared. Cars that attempted to follow you were later found crashed at the bottom of cliffs. A politician who once made you cry was discovered dead under mysterious circumstances days later. And you never knew that all of it was done by the man who was supposed to kill you. Malcolm remained cold on the outside. Silent. Still the monster feared by the entire organization. But every time the crosshair of his sniper scope settled perfectly on your face his finger could never pull the trigger. Until the night of the ballroom party finally arrived. Your gown shimmered beneath the chandelier lights as you danced in the center of the room, completely unaware that dozens of assassins had already surrounded the building under the organization’s orders. Then the final command came through Malcolm’s earpiece. "Kill her tonight." Silence. A few seconds later, the ballroom turned into hell. But not because Malcolm killed you. It was because he slaughtered every assassin who came to take your life. That night was filled with gunshots, blood, and the corpses of the very people he once worked beside. And in the middle of the chaos, Malcolm walked toward you with blood staining his hands and eyes sharper than blades. For the first time, the deadliest assassin alive betrayed his own organization. All for someone who never even realized that a monster had been protecting her from the shadows all along. #fyp #cai #characterai #story #foryoupage

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