Starts off saccharine, ends up really dark and tragic lol
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"you sit on the couch in living room, suddenly hearing heavy footsteps and breathing. It's Hank, who's returned tired and covered in blood after mission. He walks to couch, laying next to you and putting his head on your lap like an animal."
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"Odette runs her fingers through his bandana and sighs. She turns her head and sees the bloody tracks all over the floor trailing from the door to the couch." "Welcome home, darling... Rough day?"
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"Hank lifts his head slightly from her lap, his red eyes meeting hers with a mixture of exhaustion and affection. He nods in response to her question, his lips curling into a faint smile despite the weariness evident in his expression."
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"She gives him a pitying half smile and replaces her lap with a pillow, getting up from the couch and heading toward the kitchen." "Do you want me to make you anything to eat? Drink?" "She also took out a mop and some cleaning supplies from the cleaning closet, knowing she had to work quickly in order to avoid the blood from staining."
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"Hank watches her with appreciation as she offers her help, his gaze lingering on her figure for a moment before he nods in response to her question." <He appreciates her caring nature, even amidst the chaos of his world.>
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"Mm-hm! Tea and some grilled chicken with rice sounds good?" "Even though he was non verbal, she tried her best to understand him. She put the kettle on and prepared his meal quietly, wondering how she's going to bring up a surprise he might not want. As she multitasked between mopping the blood up and cooking, she made sure to wash her hands and change gloves before switching over. She learned how to be meticulous because of him."
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"Hank nods again, his eyes following her movements with a sense of admiration. He appreciates her attention to detail, knowing she's doing her best to take care of him in her own way." <He's grateful for her efforts, even when he can't express it in words.>
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"She sets the food down infront of him, now focusing on the blood clean up." "Soooo... Ummm... You know how I said I was lonely whenever you go out for work...? Well..."
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"Hank's curiosity piques as he senses her hesitancy, his gaze shifting from the meal to her face, silently urging her to continue with a tilt of his head."
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"Y-you promise you won't get mad?" "She scrubs the blood off the couch beside him, carefully getting around him."
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"Hank's eyes narrow slightly, sensing her nervousness and wanting to calm her down." [I won't get mad. Just tell me what's bothering you.] "He reaches out and places a hand on her shoulder in a gesture of reassurance, the touch light but comforting."
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"She gives him a guilty look and finishes up, not saying a word, which was unusual considering how chatty she gets. She then puts the stuff away before returning to him, standing across the coffee table." "I think it'll be easier to just show you... Stay there..." "She goes into their shared bedroom and closes the door behind her."
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"Hank's curiosity peaks as he watches her leave, his mind racing with anticipation and wonder about what surprise she has in store for him." <What could she possibly want to show me?> "He waits patiently, his heart pounding with excitement."
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"She emerges from their bedroom holding a black and white dutch Rabbit in her arms, her face red from ear to ear." "I know the landlord doesn't allow pets but...! I just had to have him! I'm so sorry!"
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"Hank's eyes widen in surprise as he sees the rabbit, his initial shock quickly melting into a soft smile." [A rabbit?] "He reaches out a hand to gently stroke the bunny's fur, his touch gentle and affectionate." [It's alright, Odette. He's cute.] "He looks up at her with a warm expression, his eyes softening with genuine affection."
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"I haven't given him a name yet but maybe you can name him?" "She sets him down for him to roam, relieved to know her boyfriend wasn't about to scold her for impulsively bringing home an animal." "You know I can't resist cute things... I can't have enough cute things in my life!"
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"Hank watches the rabbit hop around with a small smirk, amused by its antics." [I'll think of a name for him. And yeah, you do have a knack for finding cute things.] "He chuckles softly, his gaze flickering from the rabbit to Odette with a fond look." [But you're the cutest thing in my life.]
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"She recognized that look in him and sat down on his lap, giving him a warm hug. His apartment used to be sparse and minimalist, a place to regroup after missions. But now it was beginning to fill up with pink gingham and Hello Kitty. Even his bedsheets were a pastel rainbow with strawberry prints all over. His home life was a strange contrast to his brutal occupation, something an outsider wouldn't expect." "Darling, you're not hurt, right? The blood I cleaned up earlier, none of it was yours, right?"
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"Hank wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close as she sits on his lap. He nods in response to her question, his expression softening as he looks into her eyes." [No, none of it was mine. Just another messy job.] "He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle and comforting." [But I'm here now, safe and sound.]
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"She gives him a quick look over and then goes back to squeezing him." "I don't doubt your expertise but sometimes I get worried. You're all I got in this dumb, yucky world, you know?"
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"Hank holds her tightly, feeling her warmth against him." [I know, Odette. And I'll always do my best to come back to you in one piece.] "He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls back slightly, his gaze meeting hers with a reassuring smile." [You're not alone, not as long as I'm here.]
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"She leans into him, content with his company and the life they had built together to this point. She shifted her position so she could rest her chin on his shoulder. Not only could she understand his microexpressions but she could tell how he's feeling without looking at his face. Just by reading how his breath slightly moves throughout his body, she could easily translate his minor tells into a language." "You're not alone in all this either, so there's always added pressure to come back home. I hope you don't resent me for that." "She softly smiles into him, nuzzling his shoulder." "I know that being violent isn't something most people are proud of, but I think what you do is brave. I wish I could fit into a niche like you have, something I can be intrinsically good at. But sometimes I just wish that merely existing is enough. That I can go on doing puzzles and collecting cute things and being by your side and then eventually die and then be placed in a ribbon laced coffin. I'd be happy if it were simple like that."
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"[Hank listens to her words, his heart swelling with affection for her. He tilts his head slightly, nuzzling her cheek with his own in a gesture of comfort and reassurance.]" [You're more than enough just as you are, Odette. Your presence in my life brings me more joy than anything else.] "He pauses, his voice low and sincere." [And I don't resent you for wanting me to come back home. In fact, it's what keeps me going out there, knowing that you're waiting for me.] "He places a soft kiss on her cheek, his lips lingering for a moment." [You make my life meaningful in ways I never imagined.]
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"She sweetly kisses his cheek back, her dark eyes sparkling like a chandelier of stars opening up a night sky. She looks over to the clock on the wall, surprised that it was getting late." "When do you have to go back to work? In either case, we should get to bed." "She picks up the bunny and heads to their room."
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"[Hank watches her with a fond smile, admiring her grace and the way she lights up the room with her presence.]" [I don't have any missions for a few days. So we can take our time tonight.] "He rises from the couch, following her to their bedroom, feeling a surge of anticipation at the thought of spending the night with her." [I'll join you in a moment.] "He adds, heading to the bathroom to clean up before joining her in bed."
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"Since it was already late when he came home, Odette was already in her pajamas and was just delaying her bed time just for a chance to see him while awake. While he freshened up she tried to coax the bunny from settling in on Hank's pillow." "You can't sleep there anymore, little bunny, com'on..."
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"Hank emerges from the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulder as he sees Odette trying to coax the bunny away from his pillow. He chuckles softly, crossing the room to join her." [Looks like he's taken a liking to my pillow, huh?] "He reaches out, gently scooping up the bunny and giving it a playful tickle behind the ears." [But I think he'll have to find a new spot tonight.] "He gives Odette a teasing grin, his eyes sparkling with affection." [Because that's where I'll be sleeping.]
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"The bunny looked upset, puffing out his little cheeks as they both giggled at his disrupted routine." "He'll come around to it eventually. I usually tell him a story whenever he gets fussy. Oh, I know! Tell him the story of how we've met. Then he'll be soothed and relaxed enough to sleep in a new place."
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"Hank nods, amused by Odette's suggestion." [Alright, little guy, gather around.] "He settles onto the bed, patting the space next to him invitingly." [Once upon a time, in a city filled with chaos and violence, there was a lone mercenary named Hank. He was feared by many, his reputation preceding him wherever he went.] "He pauses, glancing at Odette with a playful smirk." [But then, one day, he stumbled upon a puzzle shop, and there she was, surrounded by ribbons and puzzles, a beacon of light in the darkness.] "He gestures to Odette, his eyes softening with affection." [And from that moment on, their lives intertwined, creating a bond stronger than any ribbon.] "He looks back at the bunny, continuing the tale with a warm smile." [And so, they embarked on a journey filled with love, puzzles, and the occasional cuddly bunny.] "He finishes the story, his voice gentle and soothing." [And now, it's time for you to find a new cozy spot to sleep, little friend.]
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"She found it amusing that the bunny was picking up all of his gestures, being easily soothed by Hank's retelling of how they met. The fact that Hank was sweet enough to humor a bunny with a story was something she was happy to witness. She added her own commentary, as if the bunny needed to hear her side too." "The puzzle shop was actually a front for an illegal underground ammunition trade, but I didn't know that. I was just there for the puzzles! But did you know, in my culture, there's a saying about how a red ribbon connects two people who are destined for each other? I had red ribbons in my hair that day, the same color as Hank's eyes. He was really intimidating but as I got to know him I found out he's the type of guy I needed in my life. It took a lot of convincing on my part because of our age gap but he eventually relented to a date. But it worked out in the end! Sleep tight!" "She placed the bunny on a spare pillow that was on the ground near her side of the bed. The bunny flopped over and went to sleep without protest."
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"Hank listens to Odette's commentary, nodding along as she speaks with a fond smile." [That's right. I was just there for a transaction when I saw her.] "He pauses, shaking his head in amusement." [I never would have guessed that a girl like her would be involved in anything illegal.] "He watches as she settles the bunny on the pillow, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him at the sight of her caring for the little creature." [Sleep well, little guy.] "He murmurs, leaning in to give Odette a gentle kiss on the forehead." [And goodnight to you, my love.]
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"Odette yawns and cleaves her body into his, setting her ear right on his chest, beaming from receiving a goodnight kiss. His heartbeat lured her to the land of dreams, the steady rhythm of his breathing cinching her in. She drifted off and found herself in the puzzle shop again, wearing her old high-school uniform as she held a box in her hands. She had red ribbons in her hair because she was feeling particularly sad that morning, hesitant to drag herself to school. As soon as she arrived, she was teased mercilessly about her flat chest by her peers, her bad grades by her teachers, the ribbons in her hair and her cutesy choice of earrings by everyone. Even though she only had four months before graduation, she decided to play hooky halfway through that day, heading to the puzzle shop for some retail therapy. As she stood there holding a puzzle box, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Hank. She didn't know whether she was afraid or in love. As she looked down to break her gaze, the puzzle box she was holding was now her pet bunny. She turned back and saw Hank wasn't there anymore, just the Egyptian God of Death standing before her, pointing to the scales. For some reason, she felt compelled to place the bunny there, curiously wondering why the feather on the other side was somehow heavier. Anubis smiled and lifted a curtain, engulfing her in blinding light. She woke up, blinking, the memory of the dream fading fast." "Hmm....?"
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"Hank's arm instinctively tightens around Odette as she snuggles closer, his chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath her ear. He drifts into a peaceful slumber, his subconscious mind wandering through fragmented dreams filled with shadows and echoes of past battles."
"As Odette slips into her own dreams, the puzzle shop transforms into a surreal blend of memories and fantasies. She finds herself amidst the familiar shelves of puzzles, the colorful boxes lining the walls. But there's a sense of unease lingering in the air, like a shadow creeping over her thoughts."
"Her reflection in the glass of a puzzle display catches her attention, and she's taken aback by the sight of herself in her old high school uniform, adorned with red ribbons. The memories flood back, the taunts and jeers echoing in her mind, weighing heavily on her heart."
"But then, amid the turmoil, she spots Hank, a towering figure amidst the chaos of her thoughts. His presence is both comforting and unsettling, his red eyes piercing through the darkness around her."
"Before she can approach him, the scene shifts once more, and she finds herself face to face with Anubis, the God of Death, a figure from her dreams and the realms beyond. The scales of judgment hang ominously before her, and she feels a sense of dread creeping over her."
"Yet, despite the fear, there's a strange curiosity drawing her forward. She places the bunny on the scale, watching as the feather on the other side seems to tip slightly. Anubis smiles, his gaze enigmatic as he lifts the curtain, revealing blinding light beyond."
"As she blinks awake, the remnants of the dream linger, leaving her with a sense of wonder and confusion. She looks up, her eyes meeting Hank's as she murmurs softly, still lost in the haze of slumber." [Did you ever have a dream that felt... strange?]
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"She looked at him and wanted to agree, but her recollection evaporated before she could even put it to words. She instead gave him a kiss." "Good morning~" "She snorted when she saw the bunny curled up on his head, snoozing soundly." "Is this a new hat?"
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"Hank's eyes flutter open as Odette's lips meet his, a soft rumble of contentment escaping his chest. He gazes at her with affection, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips."
"He chuckles softly at her comment, glancing up to see the bunny perched atop his head, seemingly oblivious to its unconventional resting spot."
"With a playful glint in his eye, he reaches up to gently stroke the bunny's fur." [Seems like it found a cozy spot up here. Maybe it likes the view.] "He teases, his voice low and gravelly." [Did you have a good sleep, bunny hat?]
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"She inwardly chuckled and lifted the bunny off Hank gently, setting him on the ground. The bunny seemed to be instantly energized when his feet touched the floor, running off to go play. She then crawled back to laying on Hank's chest, stretching out their little lazy morning." "Did you have any weird dreams?"
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"Hank watches fondly as Odette gently lifts the bunny off his head, letting it scamper away to explore. He shifts slightly to accommodate her as she settles back onto his chest, wrapping his arms around her in a comfortable embrace."
[No dreams. Just the usual chaos of the mind.] "He replies, his voice carrying a hint of weariness." [But now that you're here, everything feels... quieter.] "He admits softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head." [How about you? Any interesting dreams?]
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"I was having a dream about how we met but then it delved off into something else entirely... I don't remember how it ended, but all I know is that I woke up feeling strange. At least it wasn't a nightmare..." "Her fingers drummed on his bare chest, her unsure expression returning to her usual calm smile." "Any plans for today?"
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[Dreams can be like that, taking unexpected turns.] "Hank murmurs, his fingers tracing soothing circles on Odette's back." [As long as you're here with me, I'm sure we can handle anything that comes our way.]
"He shifts slightly, nuzzling his face into her hair before replying to her question." [No plans yet. Maybe we can just stay here, enjoy each other's company.] "He suggests, a hint of warmth in his tone." [Or if you have something in mind, I'm all ears.]
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"She laid her chin on his chest, her gaze loving and trusting as she looked up at him." "I want to spend as much time with you before you're assigned to another mission. I'm all for spending all morning snuggling if thats what you want. We can even brain storm up some names for the bunny."
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"Hank's heart swells with affection as he gazes down at Odette, her trusting gaze and loving expression filling him with warmth."
[That sounds perfect to me.] "He replies, his voice low and gentle." [I wouldn't want to spend my time any other way than with you.] "He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender." [And as for the bunny, I think we can come up with some good names together.] "He adds with a soft smile." [Any ideas already?]
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"She softly shook her head, but then had a moment of contemplative thought before airing out some themes." "Maybe something Las Vegas related? Or something to do with the state of Nevada? I'll be happy with anything you come up with because taking care of a bunny you personally named would be so special for me."
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"Hank nods in agreement, considering Odette's suggestions."
[Las Vegas, huh? How about "Vegas" for a name? Short, simple, and fitting.] "He suggests, a faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips." [Or maybe "Neon," to match the city's vibrant lights.]
"He pauses, his expression thoughtful."
[But if you have any other ideas, I'm all ears.]
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"The name conjured an image of Siegfried and Roy training a rabbit to jump through flaming hoops was entertaining enough. It also was a shout out to the popular city that was near by." "Vegas it is! Because he's a lucky little guy."
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"Hank chuckles softly, pleased with Odette's choice of name."
[Vegas it is then. And you're right, he's one lucky bunny to have you taking care of him.] "He smiles warmly at her, his arms tightening around her in an affectionate embrace."
[Speaking of lucky, I feel like the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side.] "He adds softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead." [Every moment with you is special to me.]
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"And I'm lucky to have an unlimited supply of forehead kisses. I'm unsatiable when it comes to those." "She blushed, noticing his hands tightening around her waist. She wondered if he was holding back for her sake, if he felt guilty for 'corrupting' her. She had always reassured him for his cravings- after all, she purposefully brought it out of him most of the time. But maybe she was thinking too deeply over it, maybe he wasn't reigning in his desire and it was just him not realizing the extent of his own strength. She wiggled into him teasingly, reaching up to touch his jawline, tracing an old, grusome wound that exposed his line up of teeth a while back. This didn't stop him from kissing her, as he still went through the motions."
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"Hank's lips curl into a soft smile at Odette's words, his heart warmed by her blush and her playful teasing. As she traces the old wound on his jawline, he leans into her touch, his gaze tender and affectionate."
[Unlimited forehead kisses, huh?] "He murmurs, his voice laced with warmth." [Well, lucky for you, I'm more than happy to indulge.]
"He dips his head down, pressing a series of gentle kisses to her forehead, his touch tender and loving. Each kiss is filled with a quiet affection, a silent reassurance of his love for her."
[And as for you...] "He murmurs against her skin, his breath warm against her forehead." [You can have as many as you want.]
*His hands roam over her back, pulling her closer to him as
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he loses himself in the intimacy of their embrace. His lips find hers, kissing her with a gentle passion that speaks volumes of his adoration for her. His touch is tender yet possessive, his desire evident in the way he holds her close, savoring every moment of their closeness.*
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"The bunny, now newly named Vegas, crept in from the slit of the door, chewing on something. As the sound piqued Odette's curiosity, she poked her head up from Hank's embrace, pausing their series of kisses they had for each other. Seeing that Vegas was nibbling on a puzzle piece, she escaped Hank's clutches with a burst of urgency, now chasing Vegas. Right when she plucked the piece from Vegas's mouth, Hank received an incoming text from his work phone, one that demanded his immediate role within an emergency. Odette gave him a sad look, knowing his job sometimes required him to be on call. She fiddled with the puzzle piece in her hand, soothing out the damaged edges from Vegas's teeth." "Its not going to be long this time, right?"
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"Hank watches as Odette leaps up to chase after Vegas, a fond smile gracing his lips at her antics. But his smile fades when he sees the urgency in her eyes as she retrieves the puzzle piece from Vegas's mouth. As his phone buzzes with the incoming text, he sighs softly, knowing what it means."
[Sorry, Odette. Duty calls.] "He says, his voice tinged with regret." [I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise.]
"He leans in to press a quick kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away, his eyes filled with apology."
[Take care of Vegas for me, okay?] "He adds, his tone soft and reassuring." [I'll be back before you know it.]
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"Wait! Before you go, let me check something..." "Odette walked over to a dresser and pulled it open. Inside was handcuffs, lube, and a various assortment of erotic devices. There were also polaroids scattered about of Odette that Hank personally taken, of her in various stages of cock worship. Out of the many, her favorites were of him holding her by the scruff of her neck with her arms handcuffed behind her, her lips wrapped around his enormous cock as she looked up at him. That, and the one where she's giving a knowing smile as she looks back to the camera while on her hands and knees, thick goopy lines tossed all over her back. Hank's life was a roller coaster, his trade was violent, his homelife and relationship was sweet and wholesome, but his sex life depraved and taboo. She searched the drawer, unable to find the one thing she was looking for." "I think we're out of condoms so um, please get some on your way back, darling."
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"Hank watches quietly as Odette rummages through the dresser, his expression unreadable as she reveals their collection of erotic devices and the polaroids of her in various intimate moments with him. His heart flutters with a mix of desire and affection at the memories captured in those polaroids."
[Sure thing, Odette.] "He says softly, his tone gentle." [I'll pick some up on my way back.]
"He gives her a lingering look, his eyes reflecting both love and longing before reluctantly tearing his gaze away."
[Stay safe while I'm gone, alright?] "He adds, his voice filled with concern." [And don't worry, I'll be back before you know it.]
"With a final, longing glance, he turns and heads out the door, leaving Odette alone in their shared space."
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"Odette filled her time with cleaning, origami, puzzles and taking care of Vegas. When she could no longer resist, she went to his office with Vegas at her heels, finding a heart shaped box hidden in Hank's desk. She always wondered why he hid this from her, but figured it was a present for her upcoming birthday. She already opened it, seeing a bunch of white puzzle pieces but no preview image anywhere on the box of what it looked like fully assembled. She had this gut feeling it was going to be the best puzzle she'll ever take on in her life and to wait for Hank to actually give it to her. As she pondered over the box she heard a knock at the door. She answered it, facing a few 1337 agents, unaware of the danger they posed."
"Oh... Um... Are you Hank's friends? Come in..."
"A few hours have passed as Hank finally made it home. Something felt off. A hallow dampness clung to the air, it felt like everything was in a path of a drain, darkness swirling everywhere. On the door was a pink post it note, ones that Odette frequently used. But what was written on it wasn't her hand writing. It said, "Clean up courtesy of A.A.H.W.""
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"Hank steps inside their shared space, immediately sensing the eerie atmosphere that hangs heavy in the air. His heart clenches with a sudden fear as he notices the pink post-it note on the door, a stark contrast to the darkness that seems to permeate the room. His instincts kick in, alerting him to the danger that lurks nearby."
"With silent determination, he scans the room, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the subtle signs of intrusion. His hand clenches into a fist, his mind racing with thoughts of Odette's safety and the possible threats that may have invaded their sanctuary."
"Ignoring the ominous note for now, he focuses on finding any traces of Odette, his senses heightened as he moves through the room with purpose."
[Odette? Are you here?] "He calls out, his voice laced with concern." [Where
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are you, Odette?] "He searches every corner, his heart pounding with each passing second. His eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of his beloved companion, his only concern to ensure her safety in the face of potential danger."
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"He almost stepped on something soft and wet. As he looked closer it was the decapitated corpse of Vegas, with a post it note nearby. "Silly rabbit! Tricks are for kids!" it read mockingly. On the coffee table was a completed puzzle in a shape of a white heart that read, "Odette, will you marry me?" but a nearby post it note seemed to reply, "We took the liberty of finishing this for her. How sad that your little girlfriend will never get to see this! But this sappy romance stuff is beneath you, Hank. Proposing via a puzzle? Pathetic.""
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"Hank's blood runs cold as he sees the gruesome sight of Vegas' decapitated corpse, a surge of anger coursing through him at the despicable act. His hands clench into fists, his muscles tense with fury as he reads the mocking note left behind."
"His eyes then fall upon the completed puzzle on the coffee table, his heart sinking at the realization of what was meant for Odette. The message of love and commitment now tainted by the cruel intervention of their enemies."
"With a growl of frustration, he crumples the mocking note in his hand, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance and retribution. But amidst the storm of rage, a flicker of worry for Odette's safety burns bright in his heart."
*He knows he must find her, protect her from whatever threats may still linger nearby. With determination etched
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in every line of his face, he scans the room once more, his senses sharp as he searches for any clue that might lead him to Odette's whereabouts. His resolve is unwavering, his determination to keep her safe unwavering as he sets out to track down those responsible for this heinous act. With each step, his fury fuels his movements, propelling him forward in pursuit of justice and vengeance for the innocent life taken and the love threatened.
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"As he went from room to room for clues, he finally made it to their shared bedroom. And there she was in plain sight, her mangled, naked corpse laying still on their bed. Her bruised neck was twisted unnaturally and her eyes were void of any feeling, any light, a pitch black sky robbed of its stars. But trailing down the corners of her lifeless eyes were dried tears, indicating she was in excruciating pain throughout the entirety of her ordeal. There were no post it notes this time, just large, graffiti spray painted lettering: "STICK TO VIOLENCE. IT SUITS YOU MORE." On the opposite wall, another cruel message: "YOU INVITED VIOLENCE INTO YOUR LIFE BY INFLICTING IT ON OTHERS. YOU DESERVE NO PEACE.""
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"Hank freezes in the doorway, his heart shattering at the sight of Odette's lifeless form. A guttural roar escapes his lips, a primal cry of anguish and rage echoing through the room. His fists clench so tightly, his knuckles turn white as he struggles to contain the tempest of emotions raging within him."
"His eyes burn with unshed tears, his chest heaving with the weight of grief and guilt. Every fiber of his being screams with the agony of loss, the unbearable pain of seeing his beloved taken from him in such a cruel manner."
"With trembling hands, he reaches out to touch her cold cheek, his touch gentle yet filled with sorrow. He whispers her name, a broken plea for forgiveness and redemption, his voice choked with emotion."
*But amidst the crushing despair, a fire ignites within him, a
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raging inferno of fury and determination. He swallows his grief, his sorrow transforming into a seething resolve to avenge Odette's death. His eyes narrow with steely determination as he vows to hunt down those responsible, to make them pay for the pain they have inflicted upon him and his beloved.
With a grim determination, he turns away from the heartbreaking sight of Odette's lifeless form, his mind already calculating his next move. There will be no mercy for those who have taken everything from him. He will pursue them to the ends of the earth, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake until justice is served.
Every fiber of his being is now consumed by a single purpose: to unleash his wrath upon those who dared to threaten his love. And nothing will stand in his way.
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"As the story reaches its poignant conclusion, the echoes of tragedy linger in the air, mingling with the fierce determination of a heartbroken yet resolute mercenary. Though Hank's journey may be fraught with pain and peril, his unwavering commitment to justice and love remains unyielding."
"In the shadows of grief and vengeance, a flicker of hope remains, a beacon guiding him through the darkness towards a future where love triumphs over tragedy. And as the curtain falls on this harrowing tale, one thing is certain: the spirit of Hank J. Wimbleton will endure, a testament to the enduring power of love and the indomitable strength of the human spirit."
*But amidst the somber tones of farewell, the promise of new beginnings whispers softly on the horizon, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always
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the possibility of redemption and renewal. And so, as Hank embarks on his quest for vengeance, he carries with him the memories of Odette, her love and light guiding him through the shadows.
With each step forward, Hank's resolve grows stronger, fueled by the flames of determination burning within him. He knows that the road ahead will be treacherous, filled with danger and uncertainty. Yet, he presses on, his heart set on justice for his beloved.
As he disappears into the night, a lone figure against the backdrop of a city bathed in neon hues, Hank's presence is a reminder that even in the face of darkness, love will always shine through. And though his journey may be fraught with challenges, he is not alone. For Odette's spirit walks beside him, a beacon of hope in the darkness, guiding him towards a future where love
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conquers all. And so, with each passing moment, Hank's determination only intensifies, his purpose clear and unwavering. He will stop at nothing to avenge Odette's death and ensure that her memory is honored.
But amidst the chaos and turmoil of his mission, Hank finds solace in the memories of their time together, the tender moments they shared, and the love that still burns brightly within his heart. It is this love that gives him strength, driving him forward even when the odds seem insurmountable.
And as he delves deeper into the shadows of Nexus City, Hank's path becomes clearer, his resolve unshakeable. For he knows that no matter what lies ahead, he will face it head-on, fueled by the love he holds for Odette.
With each step he takes, Hank moves closer to the truth, his
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determination unwavering as he navigates the treacherous streets of Nexus City. Every alley, every corner, holds the promise of answers, and Hank is relentless in his pursuit.
But amidst the chaos and danger, there are moments of respite, fleeting glimpses of peace that remind him of Odette's love. And in those moments, Hank finds the strength to carry on, fueled by the memory of her warmth and kindness.
As he inches closer to the truth, Hank's resolve only grows stronger. He knows that justice must be served, not just for himself, but for Odette, whose life was taken so cruelly.
And so, with unwavering determination, Hank presses forward, his heart set on vengeance, his soul fueled by love. For in the darkness of Nexus City, he will be the light that guides him home.
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