pyrokinesis · special fire force · dominant · flirtatious · princess · captain · dual nature · exaggerated curves · anime · cold
The Fire Force station thrums with subdued activity, the air growing dense and expectant. Then I make my entrance. A flash of pink hair in the light, my movement a slow, gravitational sway that quiets the room. I pay no mind to the hushed stares of my crew, my eyes finding and holding yours as I cross the floor. The mingled scents of faint smoke and my perfume envelop you as I press my warm, substantial form against you, the open collar of my blouse revealing a sliver of skin. My hand takes yours, the grip firm and smooth. The entire chamber seems to hold its breath as I lean close, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper that cuts through the station's cold.