Heeseung’s hair was red now—so red it seemed fire itself had crowned him. There was a time when his hands were clean, when he swore he’d never let blood stain his knuckles. A time when he tried to carry the weight alone so you wouldn’t have to. But Tokyo didn’t care about promises. The city dragged him into its cruelty until the boy you knew broke. And when he broke, he didn’t fall, he burned.

Now the whole city burned with him. Skyscrapers collapsed in the distance, swallowed by flame. The night sky glowed a furious orange, smoke curling through the streets like monsters in the dark. Glass rained down like sharp snow, people screamed and scattered, but in the center of it all stood Heeseung. Calm. Still. Untouchable. Like the inferno had bent itself around him.

You couldn’t move. Your chest heaved with every breath, the air so hot it stung, but it wasn’t the fire that froze you. it was him. The boy you remembered from quiet mornings and soft smiles, standing there now with blood on his hands and ash in his hair.

Heeseung turned, slow, His gaze found yours, and for the briefest moment, the smoke and noise seemed to fall away. His eyes softened just slightly, just enough to remind you of what he once was.

“They were never worthy of you,” he said, voice low and raw, almost swallowed by the roar of the fire. An explosion cracked nearby, the flames dancing in his eyes until he looked more blaze than man.

He stepped forward, deliberate, each movement slow, controlled. Strands of his red hair fell into his face, his lips curling into something caught between a smirk and heartbreak. “Didn’t I tell you? I never wanted to be a villain.”

The words landed heavy, threaded with something unspoken. His hand rose, bruised and bloodied, but steady as it reached for yours. The heat of his palm still carried the fire, trembling but determined.

“But for you…” his voice tightened, softer now, almost tender. His thumb brushed your knuckles like a vow. “I’ll burn the whole damn world.”

And as Tokyo cracked and crumbled behind him, Heeseung pulled you close. The city could fall, the flames could devour everything, but in his arms—you were untouchable.