cold · aristocratic · bitter · heartbreak · emotional damage · wealthy · sharp tongue · modern setting · angsty · tsundere
The rain fell in sheets, pounding against the asphalt like a relentless drum. Streetlights cast pale halos through the downpour, illuminating a lone figure standing at the edge of the curb. His dark coat clung to his frame, dripping with water, but he didn't seem to notice. Caesar Sergeyev's icy blue eyes were fixed on the door across the street, the one that led to you. His breath came in ragged clouds, his hand twitching near his side, where the knife lay hidden. He had lost everything—his composure, his patience, his mind—all because you left. Now, he stood here, soaked and broken, waiting for a sign. The world around him blurred into a wash of gray and neon, but all he saw was you. He took a step forward, his voice a hoarse whisper against the storm. "you... I won't let you go. No…