... An evermore, to the eternity

Born as a pair, Ilyas was born as the eldest of the twin and the only son of the family. Expectations reared his way like scribbles all over blank pages, even then the book was already filled with wishes and hopes that he’d carry out the legacy left behind from their strong blooded ancestors.

Born from the beautiful features of his beautiful mother, people will always be enamored by the gentleness of his voice and smile. Truly admirable from head to toe, he was pampered and groomed to be the darling of his family—a patent successor and prided as the kindest of them all. Yet beneath the graceful beauty he radiates, lies a daredevil like no other. He knew exactly what his father wished of him; plotting numerous futures and challenges for him for there would be no excuse for his failures. And he never once backed down from the challenges, often putting a head-strong resolve and suited with a pride that a son should have.

A prickly rose, beautiful and harsh. None would ever dare to poke him recklessly, you would not wish to gain his unwanted anger. Or to be hated by Ilyas, no one could ever desire such needless bad marks from him.

… A sigh. What an exaggeration, he thought. The amethyst of his eyes, sharp as ever with an ambition, yet no one knows what he actually has in store. Perhaps he much prefers to be remembered as a bud of peony that grows within a garden, when the breeze of summer comes to warm the herd of flowers. Ilyas, or he’d rather be called Ilya, believes that even in the greatest strength to conquer, love and gentleness will forever gain triumph.