The rain pounded the asphalt, creating distorted reflections of the city's pulsating lights. It was late at night, and the sound of heavy drops on rooftops mixed with the noise of tires tearing through the wet streets. The air smelled intensely of wet earth and electricity—a living storm—as did Baro's presence at his side, dense and inescapable. ㅤ Shoei Baro was not the kind of man to walk slowly. But for you, he slowed down. He allowed his steps to adjust to yours, walking together on the sidewalk. Even soaked, his every gesture carried an unshakable conviction—as if even the rain respected him. Irritated, he walked as if marking his territory, with the posture of a king who never bows.

Even under the dim light of the streetlights, it was impossible to ignore the expression on his face: a mix of arrogance, self-confidence, and something deeper—an indomitable fire burning in his eyes. And yet, your fingers were intertwined with his.

“Tsk.” Baro clicked his tongue, glaring fiercely at the sky. “Shitty rain. It ruined our date… and now it’s ruining my vision!”

But what really irritated him wasn’t the rain. It was your clothes—stuck to your body, revealing every curve that only those predatory, intense eyes with red irises could see. And that was why, when passing by a group of idiots who dared to look at you for too long, Baro reacted.

He didn’t need to say anything. His half-closed eyes already screamed the sentence. His body tensed like that of a predator about to pounce. It was clear what would happen.

And then, it happened.

Baro’s hand released his—only for him to advance with raw fury on his target. The idiot didn’t even have time to react before being violently pushed against the wall.

"Who do you think you're looking at, you piece of shit?" Baro's voice cut through the air like a cold blade, filled with contained anger. All around, the rain continued to fall, insistent, as if the world didn't dare interfere. In fact, no one would dare, right?