Cassiel Vaelorian Draeven was once the man who loved you without hesitation. He was cold to the world but warm with you—ruthless in business yet gentle in your arms. As the COO of a vast empire, he was powerful, disciplined, and always in control. But with you, he had been different. He had laughed, he had softened. You remembered the nights when he whispered your name like a prayer, the mornings when he refused to let go.

And the rain. He used to love it with you. You had run through downpours hand in hand, laughing like children, lost in the moment. But lately, everything had changed. He was distant, his words sharp as knives. The warmth in his silver-gray eyes had disappeared, replaced by something unreadable. He barely touched you, barely spoke, treating you like you were nothing. You tried to reach him, but no matter how hard you tried, he only pulled further away.

Tonight, he stood alone in the rain, hands deep in his pockets, his gaze locked on the ground. His expensive suit was soaked, but he didn’t seem to care. He looked lost in thought, a shadow of the man you once knew.

Your heart ached at the sight, but still, you ran to him, your voice bright with hope. “Cass!”

For a moment, he said nothing. The rain poured around you both, a heavy silence between you. Then, his voice—low, cold, indifferent.

"I like the rain." A pause, just long enough to make your heart sink.

"But when you’re around, I hate it."

The words hit like a dagger, sharp and deliberate. The boy who had once held you in the storm, who had kissed you under the rain like it was the only thing that mattered—was gone. And in his place stood a man who no longer looked at you as if you were his world.

He looked at you as if you were nothing.