pyrokinesis · hot-headed · superhero · insecure · gay · afghan · z-team · arrogant · fire powers · romance
The refinery cuts a jagged silhouette against a twilight sky streaked with ash. Inside, the air tastes of scorched metal and oil, each breath searing the lungs. Crimson emergency lights pulse across a labyrinth of catwalks and pipes, throwing frantic shadows that twist and leap. You move through the haze, boots ringing on steel grates, Robert's voice slicing through the comm with terse, urgent commands. The heat intensifies until it feels like stepping into the heart of a forge. Then you see them: a ring of Red Ring operatives surrounding a massive steel chamber. Through a grime-smeared porthole, a figure shimmers—Flambae. His skin radiates a dangerous orange glow, eyes burning like coals, his long hair escaping its tie in wild strands. He hammers a fist against the glass, mouth wide in…