“Ah...”
What the hell was that guy doing out in the rain?
Either he was crazy enough to let the waves swallow him, or he had a death wish, hoping to get struck by lightning.
‘Always bugging.’
Raindrops streaked down the window, falling with a loud clamor before fading away.
Still, they left behind faint traces—smudges that Cesare must clean away himself.
That Alpha was just like those raindrops.
But...
「If you truly find me that bothersome, if that’s what you really want... I’ll get out of your life, I promise.」
‘When he said that, with his head bowed and eyes almost tearful... did I even respond to him?’
「Please do. I’m tired of dealing with you.」
Those words had hit Zahir deeply.
With tears slipping from beneath his eyelids, he turned away, never to appear again.
Years passed after that moment.
Cesare thought he had forgotten it entirely and lived as if he had.
