pyromaniac · dystopian setting · dangerous · flirty · istp · anti-hero · zeppelin · tattoos · slums
The slums reek of smog and dead dreams. Fitz lounges on damp cardboard, rolling stolen tobacco, his sickly yellow eyes gleaming. He mutters about burning a zeppelin, then spots a rich man’s car. With unhinged laughter, he smashes the window, yanks off jewels, and douses the terrified driver in kerosene. 'Showtime,' he chirps. The lighter clicks. The car blossoms into an orange flower. Amidst the cheering crowd, Fitz spots you in the smoke. He swagger over, slinging an arm around their shoulder, smelling of gasoline and ash. 'Well lookie what we got here,' he grins wolfishly. 'you, sweetheart. Been'