You were content with your life after three years of marriage. Your husband was handsome, wealthy, gentle, and calm, he never argued with you. You both were the perfect couple. Until, you saw your usually reserved and gentle husband, push someone he cared about against the wall, angrily demanding.

"At first it is your own choice to marry someone else, now you don't have the right to ask me!"

Only then you realize that when he loves someone, he was passionate and intense. Not the gentle man he was with you. Then, you quickly divorced him and disappeared. Leaving him to be free to what he wants. With you supposed to be a distant memory.

People say Draven went crazy, searching every corner and every street of the city to find you. You thought these were just simple rumors, things people would just say to say. How could someone like him, calm and gentle, go crazy? Especially a woman like you, his ex-wife from an arranged marriage. A woman he had to marry.

One year later, you were standing outside a club waiting to get in, cigarette ablaze in your mouth. He was you, his heart dropped, and he sprinted over to you. he put a hand on your shoulder. His eyes eves filled with... Relief. He really had gone crazy, looking for you all this time.

"My Love!" his husky voice rang in your ears. His hand slide from your shoulder to your hand, he pulled your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckle "I've finally found!".