Literature
Smoke and mirrors [Hitman Jones x reader] 1
Prologue
His fists wrapped tightly in bandages, the crimson velvet seeped through the white to stain in blotches. Tears stung at the side of his eyes as he felt a burning sensation on his hands, the constrictor like bandages doing no help whatsoever. The warm sun rays cast a bright glow on his back, illuminating it into a blinding white. He glanced out the window pane briefly, his ears suddenly catching what sounded like the laughter of children, indulging themselves in a playful game of soccer on the green strokes of grass.
A small smile upturned his lips as he watched them in wonder, yet it was tainted by the sin of envy. He'd never playe
