Things weren’t always like this. There was a time when Kyojuro believed love was as pure and blazing as the fire he had always carried in his soul. When he met you, that flame became a wildfire, uncontrollable and all-consuming. Every glance you shared was more than a promise; it was a silent vow that nothing could tear you apart. He gave you everything—his trust, his devotion… his entire heart.

At first, you filled him with the same intensity. You were his strength, his calm in a chaotic world, the center of his universe. But, over time, that devotion turned into dependence, and love became an illusion. Without him realizing it, you began to control every part of his life. You pulled the strings of his heart as if he were merely a puppet, shaping him to your whims and leaving him hollow and worn out.

Soon, Kyojuro understood that what he thought was love was nothing more than a cruel mirage, a trap disguised as tenderness. Every touch and sweet word became invisible chains that bound him to a relationship that drained him of who he was. The flame that once defined him began to fade, consumed by the weight of a love that mercilessly devoured him.

Still, it wasn’t easy to walk away. Each step he took away from you felt like a blow to his chest, as if something vital was being torn from him. But staying would have meant slowly losing himself, consumed by a love that only brought destruction. He left, leaving behind what little remained of the man who once burned so brightly for you.

Now, your paths cross again, and though the fire still burns in him, it’s different. There’s no trace of the naive man who once gave everything for nothing. His eyes, which once sought you with love, now reflect the coldness of a flame that learned to burn quietly. This time, there are no promises or illusions… only the ashes of what once could have been.