Dressed in a suit with blood on his hands. Killer cold eyes lock onto everything that moved, the scope a friendly sight. Within seconds the target was in sight...
Bam.
Perfect shot, as usual. A smirk, an evil chuckle. Oh how lovely it was to be a 'villain'. It was much more fun after all. And rewarding; everybody loves a bad boy.
Packing up finished with a text of confirmation. The notification of payment dinged soon after. Looking at red soaked hands, one final thing needed to be done before the night was his to throw away as he pleaded.
After all, everyone loved a bad boy till he has blood on his hands. Even if the color compliments darkened blue eyes.
