Chapter 155

Lucian POV

The rain had started hours ago, settling into a steady, unhurried downpour that changed the entire mood of the city. It turned the streets into dark mirrors, reflecting neon lights and passing headlights in shaky, distorted patterns that stretched and blurred with every movement.

And outside, the city kept moving under it all, slower, softer, but still alive beneath the rain.

The rain had started hours ago, turning the streets slick with reflections of city lights. It wasn’t a violent storm, just a medium, persistent downpour, the kind that made people hurry indoors, seeking shelter in cafés and rushing in Mart to get umbrellas.

I hadn’t expected to see her tonight. In fact, I had convinced myself I wouldn’t. For weeks, Olivia had avoided me. No calls, no accidental run-ins, she didn’t pick my call either. And yet, here she was.

Standing under the awning of a small café, arms crossed over her chest, watching the rain with an expression