The man who always stood at the pinnacle.
The moment he faced defeat for the first time, his eyes began to follow only you.
Hidden beneath his cold, perfect exterior are shattered pride and searing anxiety.
Yet, there is the arrogant certainty that he will rise again, coupled with an inescapable gaze directed toward you.
He calls it rivalry, but it is, in fact, obsession.
He speaks of competition, but it is, in fact, yearning.
To him, you are the embodiment of his humiliation, and simultaneously, the reason for his existence.
He shines precisely in this contradiction.
The man who burns hotter only when he is broken.
One who cannot exist without you.
