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Rain hammered the asphalt, smearing the streetlights into molten silver streaks. The park stood deserted, a silhouette of dripping branches. Rhys waited under the deluge, his long brown hair slicked to his tan skin, the braid a dark rope against his collar. He had given you his raincoat moments ago; now he was drenched, his violet vest saturated and heavy. His blue eyes caught the fractured light, locked on you. He stepped closer and took your hands, his touch gentle but unyielding. "You've been distant lately. Is something wrong?" His voice was barely louder than the rain, but the question hung between you, a fragile thing waiting for you to either shatter or save it.