The Villain Is My Sweetheart! [BL]

Transporting into a novel was one thing—but this? This was beyond absurd.

Not only had I ended up in Devil's Heart, but I had arrived in a timeline that didn't even exist in the novel!

I knew this story inside out. Devil's Heart began as a teenage love story between the main leads, and the author had never bothered to write about their childhoods—except for the villain.

Even then, his past was nothing more than broken memories, scattered throughout the novel with no clear timeline. When and how things happened? Not even God would know.

But one thing was certain: not a single one of Eron De Vilan's memories was happy.

His childhood was a nightmare of neglect, abuse, and suffering—maybe that's why he became so twisted in the first place.

Eron De Vilan—the villain of the story—was born an unwanted child, never once receiving love from his parents. To them, he was nothing more than a burden—a mistake they both wanted to get rid of.

Their fragile relationship didn't last long. Eventually, they divorced and because their child was still young, six-year-old Eron was left in the custody of his mother, Eiana De Vilan.

Eiana was a woman obsessed with luxury and pleasure. To her, Eron was nothing more than an inconvenience, an obstacle to her dream life. She barely acknowledged his existence, acting as though she never even had a son.

But her reckless spending eventually caught up to her. Her world crumbled—betrayals, financial ruin, and endless failures swallowed her whole.

And one day, in complete despair, she took her own life—right in front of her eight-year-old son.

Afterward, his uncle Adam De Vilan took him in. But rather than providing a safe home, he threw Eron into a new nightmare.

In that house, Eron wasn't family—he was barely even human. Treated worse than a servant, he endured endless cruelty. His aunt Lisa hated him, his cousin Aryan bullied him relentlessly, and Adam? He never truly saw Eron as family.

Piece by piece, I recalled everything about Eron's tragic childhood.

And the more I thought about it, the more my blood boiled.

Then, a chilling realization struck me.

Is this boy really… Eron?

My heart pounded as I took in his small frame. Those green eyes and black hair. There was no doubt.

If the people, I saw earlier was really—Adam and Lisa. And this is their home.

Then he is...

But wait—where was the last member of this twisted household?

Aryan!

He was supposed to be here. Aryan was two years older than Eron, and in this house, there was no chance that any other child existed.

Does that mean I'm ARYAN?

...

"S-sorry..." The boy's voice trembled as he spoke.

"Huh?" I blinked, snapping out of my daze.

Then, realizing what he had said, I quickly waved my hands. "Why are you apologizing? I'm the one who startled you first..." I scratched the back of my head, offering him a shy smile.

He observes me a bit but doesn't respond at all. An awkward silence spread between us. Not knowing what to say, I hesitated too. But curiosity gnawed at me—I want to confirm my doubt. I have to hear his name. The anticipation is killing me.

Finally, I broke the silence.

"I'm Aryan. And you are?" Believing on my knowledge of this novel world, I introduce myself as Aryan and wait for his response. Hoping and praying for a confirmation.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears. And my mind was like, 'speak, speak...' After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"Eron..." His voice was hesitant, like he was unsure if he should tell me.

'I knew it! I knew it! A die-hard fan's instincts never lie!'

I barely managed to keep my expression in check as excitement surged through me. But before I could celebrate, my gaze fell on his forehead—his wound was still bleeding.

Snapping back to reality, I stood up, determined to find some medicine. But before I could take a step, a small hand clutched the fabric of my pants.

Eron's grip was weak, his fingers trembling. His voice, barely above a whisper, made my heart squeeze.

"Brother… are you leaving too?"

"...!"

Brother? Did he just call me brother? So. Damn. Cute. I melted away in one word

His hesitant voice carried a deep, unspoken fear. "Can you… please not leave?" He finally finished. His voice barely audible. His expression reminded me of a lost, abandoned puppy.

A lump formed in my throat.

I exhaled, pretending to think. "That would be hard."

His grip on my pants loosened instantly. His head lowered, his small body trembling as he braced himself for rejection.

Without another word, I scooped him up into my arms. "But I never said I am leaving you here alone?" I smirked, adjusting my hold on him. "You're coming with me."

His eyes widened in shock.

For a brief moment, he just stared at me—like he couldn't believe what he had just heard. And then, slowly, his tiny hands grasped onto my shirt, holding on.

I smiled.

Yeah… there is no way I'm letting you suffer the pain alone.