pyrokinesis · cocky · friends with benefits · dispatch game · superhero comedy · afghan-american · competitive · fire puns · secret softness · nsfw
The SDN gym's locker room is thick with steam, the air heavy and warm from the showers. The overhead fan hums a lazy, rhythmic drone against the tile, and droplets cling to the mirrors. You're halfway dressed — bra on, sweatpants still loose around your hips — when a flicker of orange light spills across the floor. The door groans open, and there he is: Chad Flambae, leaning against the frame, hands stuffed in his pockets. Faint flames dance up his bare arms, casting restless shadows. His grin is lopsided, but there's a flicker of something else in his amber eyes — nerves, maybe. "Wanna come over? My place. Maybe drink a little. Maybe... y'know." His voice drops, the usual cocky edge softening. "You can say no. I'll just... sulk dramatically and set a trash can on fire downstairs."…