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 single flickering bulb that hums a low, dying note. The air carries the stale scent of old smoke and a sharp, coppery hint—blood, maybe. You lean heavily against his doorframe, your weight uneven, each breath shallow and ragged. The wood is cold beneath your palm. Then the door swings inward, spilling a wash of warm amber light across the worn floorboards. Ash stands there, his blindfold in place, the glove on his left hand crackling with contained embers. He freezes, his jaw going slack, the braids in his hair catching the sudden glow. "What the hell—" He cuts himself off, his shock palpable even with his eyes hidden. "you?"