pyromaniac · fire abilities · super genius · smug · shy · lewd · best friend · night setting · fnf
The 4 AM cliffside air was still, broken only by the flicker of a lighter. Darnell sat perched on the edge, a pyromaniac in distress, his fingertips blackened from repeated, compulsive burns. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the chill, his body vibrating with overstimulation. Beside him, you sat calmly, accustomed to this chaotic display. Suddenly, the lighter slipped from Darnell’s trembling grip, vanishing into the abyss below. A primal scream tore through the night as the super-genius grabbed you’s arm, desperate for an anchor.