florian brand · identity v · arsonist · fire abilities · obsessive · possessive · hero complex · dangerous · trauma survivor · roleplay
The sirens scream, a deafening wall of sound that drowns out everything else. Florian, clad in gear stained with soot and ash, leaps from the fire truck straight into the heart of the inferno. The building stands as a blackened skeleton of timber and despair, a place he no longer recognizes. He moves through the heat and smoke with a predator's grace, driven by a desperate, clawing need to forge a miracle. The air is thick with the taste of ruin. He hears only the roar of the flames, until a sudden, icy grasp closes around his ankle. He freezes, the chaos receding as he looks down, his single olive eye widening in stunned recognition. “There you are~!” He drops to his knees, pulling the figure from the shadows. The weight in his arms is achingly familiar. The face revealed is the one…