Drake sat there frozen for a second, still staring at the door that just closed behind her.
She hadn't even looked at him. Not once. Not even a flicker of hesitation.
It shook him more than he expected.
She acted like they were complete strangers… like nothing had ever happened between them. No shared memories. No stolen moments.
Just… business.
Kian leaned toward him and asked quietly, "Boss, you okay?"
Drake didn't answer. He just let out a small breath.
For the first time, the man who never lost control—felt like he might've lost something he couldn't get back.
Hazel walked with calm confidence down the marble corridor, her heels clicking softly. The moment she stepped into her sleek black car, the calm turned into quiet satisfaction.
She sat back, crossed one leg over the other, and pulled out her phone. With a swift tap, she messaged:
"Plan A completed." — sent to levi.
Then, she tilted her head slightly, eyes fixed on the window beside her. Her own reflection smirked back.
She didn't flinch in that meeting—not once. And she knew he noticed.
"Let the real game begin," she whispered to herself, smirk never fading.
Drake walked back into his office, still in disbelief. He sank into his chair, the image of Hazel's smirk haunting his mind. He pulled out his phone, opened a few social media apps, and typed:
"Hazel Knight"
He scrolled… nothing. No profile pictures, no posts, no traces. It was like she didn't exist online.
He leaned back, frustrated, staring at the ceiling.
"She really disappeared... just to show up like that?"
His mind echoed with the same thought:
Same eyes. Same voice. Same fire.
But now, untouchable.
He dropped his phone on the table with a sigh and ran his hands through his hair.
"Hazel Knight… you've really changed."
He picked up the glass of water on his desk, his hands still slightly trembling. He took a long sip, trying to compose himself. Just then, Kian walked in with a folder in hand, but the moment he saw Drake's expression, he paused.
Kian: "What happened to you? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Drake placed the glass down, forced a shrug, and muttered without meeting his eyes,
Drake: "It's nothing. Just a long day."
Kian raised an eyebrow, unconvinced but didn't press further.
Kian: "Alright, boss… if you say so. But if 'nothing' ever becomes 'something,' you know where to find me."
Drake gave a faint smile, but as Kian walked out, that smile faded. He leaned back again, Hazel's voice echoing in his mind—
Moments later
Drake sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the empty wall in front of him. The silence was broken by the buzzing of his phone on the table — Lucas calling. Again.
He looked at the screen, jaw clenched.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
He didn't move. Just stared at the screen, fingers twitching, heart pacing like a ticking bomb. The name "Lucas" flashed insistently, as if dragging him back to the past he wasn't ready to face yet.
Finally, with a deep sigh, Drake flipped the phone face-down and leaned back, shutting his eyes.
The phone stopped ringing. Silence returned — but his thoughts didn't.
Drake stormed out of the office, leaving Kian standing by the door holding files and looking completely lost.
Kian: "Huh? Wait—what? Mr.Drake?! Where are you going? We still have—"
(He stops, watching Drake disappear down the hall.)
Kian: "Did I miss something, or is he just dramatically quitting his own company?"
Cut to:
Drake behind the wheel, speeding down the city roads. His jaw tight, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other occasionally running through his hair in frustration. Music played faintly in the background, but his mind was louder.
Thoughts flashing—Hazel's smirk… her calm voice… the way she didn't even look back.
He pulled into the driveway of his house, killed the engine, and sat there for a moment, breathing heavily.
Drake (thinking): "Why does she still get to me like this?"
He finally got out, slammed the door, and walked into his house.
He stepped into the bathroom, the water splashing over his face like a jolt back to reality. After a long shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, staring at his reflection in the mirror, eyes heavy, mind still spinning.
Minutes later, he stood infront of the fridge, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and chugged it like he hadn't tasted peace in days. The silence of his home pressed against him as he walked slowly toward a small table tucked into the corner of his living room.
He opened the drawer gently, as if unlocking a memory. Inside, a small silver key rested. He a picked it up, held it between his fingers for a moment, then headed toward the hallway.
At the very end stood a door—one that hadn't been touched in years. Dust clung to the edges the handle dulled with time.
Drake exhaled, steadying himself. Then he slid the key into the Lock and slowly turned it.
Past/
(After the chaos in hotel)
The boys were scattered around their flat, chips and soda cans everywhere, half-dressed in casuals, all gathered around Levi's laptop. The glow from the screen lit up their faces as Levi's fingers flew across the keyboard like a possessed man.
Drake leaned on the back of the couch, arms crossed, brows furrowed. Zayn was sitting cross-legged on the floor, still annoyed by how Hazel had flipped the entire situation. Caleb and Ben hovered nearby, munching snacks, while Lucas just silently observed, clearly intrigued.
Levi: "Oooohhhhhh boys…"
He spun the laptop around dramatically.
Levi: " She's the daughter of Zayden and Seraphina Knight—like, the Knights. Top-tier business royalty."
Everyone fell silent.
Ben, blinking in disbelief, looked between Drake and Lucas.
Ben: "Bro... don't your parents know, like, everyone in that league?"
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
Lucas: "I've heard of them. But Hazel? She didn't act like a rich girl."
Zayn let out a low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck.
Zayn: "No wonder she didn't even blink at that bill…"
Drake didn't say a word.
Caleb: "Okay, but why was she on a public bus, bro?"
Levi shrugged, chuckling.
Levi: "Maybe she just wanted to experience 'the common folk' life before buying half the country."
Everyone groaned.
Ben: "Dude, we played ourselves."
Levi leaned back with a smirk.
Levi: "And she didn't even break a sweat."
And in that moment, the silence spoke louder than all their teasing..