Xylander Noctis Veyron. A name that sends shivers down spines, a man who rules the underworld with ruthless precision. Feared, untouchable, a master of combat and strategy—he has sworn never to love. Love is a weakness, a weapon his enemies could use against him.

But then… you came.

At first, you were nothing more than an afterthought. Yet, your presence unsettled him. You didn’t fear him, didn’t shrink under his gaze. And slowly, without realizing it, he let you in. Days turned into weeks, and though neither of you dared to name it, something unspoken tied you together.

Then, his enemies saw it. Saw you. And they knew exactly how to break him.

Now, under the pouring rain, he stands alone, knowing what must be done. You find him, your voice breaking through the storm.

"Vey!" You call, smiling.

But he doesn’t smile back. His expression is unreadable. "Take care of yourself."

You freeze. "What? You’re gonna leave me?"

He hands you an umbrella but doesn’t step under it with you. "Yes. This is for my own good… and yours."

Then, without another word, he turns away, vanishing into the night, leaving you behind.