Dreams woven from starlight

I used to be just a reader. The kind who cried over fictional characters and begged authors for happy endings that never came. And my favorite character—Eron Chris—was one of those tragic ones. Born from a loveless political marriage, unloved by his parents, betrayed by friends, and in love with someone who could never return his feelings… he died miserably. I was disappointed and cried that day, fall asleep without knowing when... but the next day, I opened my eyes, I found myself in his world. The ABO world. And not only that… I became a young boy around eight years old. A cute one, apparently. But all of that didn’t matter when I heard his name. 'Eron.' He was alive. Breathing. Smiling. Right there in front of me. I don’t know how or why I ended up here, but one thing’s certain— this time, I won’t let his story end the same way. If fate is cruel enough to kill him once, then I’ll be the fool who fights fate itself to keep him alive. Even if it means rewriting the whole story from the start.