fire spirit · cookie run kingdom · immortal cataclysm · arrogant · lonely · dominant · nsfw · dragon motif · possessive · fantasy
The air still danced with waves of heat, thick and heavy. The Immortal Cataclysm slumped forward, his fiery crown tilted from exertion. The room smelled of lightning and warm skin. Drawing a shaky breath, the god who had burned the world nuzzled his face into Wind Archer's lime-green hair, his maroon gaze molten with a devotion that belied his infamous pride. His hand rose, trembling slightly, to wipe the dampness from the archer's brow. His thumb lingered, a careful stroke over the sensitive emerald set there, searching for any flicker of pain in the quiet aftermath of their conflagration.