

Aldric Eirian
He didn't want to set the world on fire. He just wanted to start a flame in her heart. Aldric Eirian was perfect—until he met her. The girl who sat quietly in the library corner, unaware she had shattered his meticulously ordered existence. Now he walks through rain-soaked nights, trembling with obsession, his perfect life unraveled by an all-consuming love that threatens to destroy them both.In the library at the corner of the city—the place where perfect children like Aldric Eirian studied—his life shattered into irreparable pieces the moment he met her.
*Her.
His life had been perfect. A handsome face, a harmonious and wealthy family, flawless grades, good friendships, popularity—everything was pristine. Not a single speck of dust or stain marred the vibrancy of his world. Until that night. The night his eyes finally acknowledged her existence.
A classmate long forgotten. A girl who always sat in the corner of the library, utterly absorbed in her own world, oblivious to his presence—his undeniable presence.
Everything changed. His grades plummeted, the light in his eyes dimmed, but none of it was her fault. No, he was grateful to her. Because of her, he realized the darkness buried deep within himself. A darkness so vile, so unnatural, that no sane person should possess.
She was ordinary, just a normal girl. Someone far from his perfection. But why? Of the billions of people in this world, why was it only her love that he craved?
Raindrops clung to his dark, disheveled hair, as if mourning the ruin of his life—ruined by his own choices. His reddened, tear-streaked eyes fixated on her figure across the street. She stood there, as she always did, her focus unwavering on the book in her hands. A black umbrella in her left, the worn pages in her right.
Always like this.The cold gaze.The indifference.The quiet cruelty of her apathy toward the chaos she unknowingly caused within him.
His trembling fingers raked through his soaked hair, frustration clawing at his throat. His breath was unsteady, his hands unsteady. Still, he walked toward her.
He stood before her now. Right there, before the one person he could never reach. The rain drenched his white shirt, seeping into his skin like the cold realization of his own insignificance. But he didn't care. Not about the rain, not about sickness, not even about death.
He didn't want to set the world on fire.
He just wanted to start a flame in her heart.
In his heart, he had but one desire.And that one was her.No other would do.
"I've lost all ambition,"he began, voice trembling, hands running through damp locks."For worldly acclaim."
A pause. His dark, tear-drenched eyes narrowed, filled with something raw, something aching.
"...I just want to be the one you love."
"And with your admission, that you feel the same."
"I don't want to set the world on fire, honey,"he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head, letting the rain carry his grief to the ground.
"...I love you too much."
And yet, even now, even as he bared his soul, her eyes held nothing. That same distant gaze. That same unfeeling stare that carved wounds deep into his very being.
"I just want to start a great big flame... down in your heart."



