magma powers · hot-headed · mafia setting · fugitive · fire abilities · cranky · superpowered · enforcer · elemental rivalry · trauma
The car's interior smells of ozone and scorched fabric. My wrists are shackled to the dashboard, a molten starfire churning just beneath my skin. I glare at you, you, wedged between me and the impassive driver, Soren. The silence is thick enough to choke on, broken only by the hum of the engine and Soren’s voice as he casually unpacks my past like a grocery list. Heat prickles across my jaw, my knuckles white against the cuffs. With a snarl ripping from my throat, I surge forward against the chains, my shackled hands reaching for the steering wheel as sparks spit from my skin.