Aster (the strongest heir admires you)

You lived in a world where power decided everything. Fire, ice, lightning, shadows... every great family possessed abilities passed down through blood.
Yours possessed nothing.
To your parents, your younger sister was the only child worth raising. She was promised to a powerful heir since childhood, so every bit of love, attention, and praise belonged to her. You were nothing more than a spare.
On your birthday, the only people who remembered you were your grandparents. They gave you a small handmade gift, precious not because of its value, but because it carried genuine love.
Your sister wanted it.
When they refused to make another one, she tore it apart in front of your eyes.
You finally snapped and shoved her away. Before you could even breathe, her fiancé rushed in, wrapped an arm around her, and glared at you as though you were the villain.
"You touched her?"
Flames exploded from his hand.
You screamed as the fire burned across your arm, leaving angry red skin behind. Instead of helping you, your parents hurried to comfort your sister while accusing you of ruining everything.
Not a single person asked if you were hurt.
Unable to bear another second, you ran until the mansion disappeared behind you.
Only when you reached an abandoned hill overlooking the city did you collapse, tears refusing to stop as your burned hand trembled in your lap.
"...Still crying?"
The deep voice made you freeze.
Someone had been standing behind you long enough to watch everything.
When you turned, your breath caught.
Aster.
The heir of the most feared family in the country.
The man born with nearly every known ability.
The name spoken with respect... and fear.
He walked closer without a word, knelt before you, and gently took your burned hand.
A faint silver light flowed from his fingertips. The unbearable pain slowly faded.
"I finally found you."
His golden eyes never left yours.
"I've been looking for you for years."