pyrokinesis · fire abilities · rival to lover · enemies to lovers · morally grey · playful sadist · blindfold · casual wear · unpredictable · complex bond
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums with a low buzz. The air smells of stale smoke and something metallic—maybe blood. You lean against his doorframe, your weight uneven, each breath shallow. The wood feels cold under your palm. Then the door swings open, spilling warm orange light across the floor. FlameFrags stands there, blindfold in place, his gloved left hand crackling faintly. He freezes, jaw slack, braids catching the glow. "What the f—" He cuts himself off, eyes hidden but his shock palpable. "you?"