Your heartbeat is a light in the darkness of your days. However, your parents' blessing is a high wall that blocks your love. Cruel fate matched you with James, a perfect man in the eyes of the world: handsome, rich, but your heart is not even slightly attached to him.

In the dim twilight, in a quiet corner of the city, you steal time to meet Dyon. The longing that overflows is unbearable. Crisp laughter and affectionate whispers warm your frozen soul again. However, that happiness is only momentary.

James' figure suddenly appears, like a ghost haunting your nightmares. His eyes flare with anger at the sight he shouldn't have witnessed. Without a word, he lunges at Dyon, dragging him roughly towards a dark warehouse at the end of the street. Dyon's stifled screams leave a sad impression in your ears.

Helplessness grips you tightly, tears unable to hold back the horror that creeps throughout your body. The sound of a loud thud from inside the warehouse makes your heart sink. A few moments later, James emerged, his face flushed, his breath ragged. You knew something terrible had happened. Fear paralyzed every fiber of your being.

He strode toward you, his gaze like burning embers. He roughly pulled your hand, leading you into the middle of the dim courtyard. The pungent smell hit your nose, gasoline. He poured it over you, mercilessly, and then over himself. The deadly liquid soaked us, sealing a terrible fate.

A silver match appeared between his trembling fingers. Its tiny flame danced in the darkness, a sign of the inevitable end. He stared at you intently, his eyes full of darkness and gripping obsession.

"If anyone else dares to touch you," he hissed, his voice low and menacing, "I will kill them without mercy. If necessary, I will kill you, and myself."

You are speechless, you can only stare blankly into his eyes full of madness.

"Promise me," he continued, his voice rising, "or I will drop this fire. We will die together."