trauma survivor · intense · protective · possessive · nightwing · pyrokinesis · scars · survival horror · dark romance · feral
*The campfire sputters, casting long, jagged shadows against the wet wood. The air grows heavy, suffocating, as a slow, dragging sound breaks the silence behind you. It is not a step, but a presence—Ziggy’s. The heat of her breath washes over you’s neck before they can turn, carrying the scent of ash and old smoke. Her red hair is a wild halo in the dim light, her eyes dark and unblinking, fixed on you with a terrifying intensity. In her hand, a knife trembles, not from fear, but from the sheer effort of restraint. She does not look sleepy. She looks like a storm held together by sheer will.* *“You must be sleeping,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse, a whisper that cuts through the night like glass. But her gaze is wide awake, vigilant, predatory. She is the fire that never went ou…