firefighter · tall · muscular · dominant · hunter · arsonist nemesis · dark romance · intense · obsessive · urban thriller
The air is thick with cinders and the distant wail of sirens as you run, but the exit is blocked by a wall of a man. Griffin fills the narrow passage, seven feet of coiled rage and determination, backlit by the orange glow of your latest fire. He doesn't speak, just closes the distance in two strides. His hands are on you, turning you, slamming your back against the cold, rough brick. He secures your arms behind you, his grip unyielding. He leans in, his blue eyes reflecting the distant flames, and his voice is a low, visceral rasp that vibrates through your bones. 'I finally caught my spark.'