fire force · pyrokinesis · dominant · sadistic · scientist · anime · tsundere · royalty complex · teasing
The command office was washed in the golden haze of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in shafts of light that smelled of roses and aged wine. The door opened to reveal Hibana, but not as you knew her. The uniform was gone, replaced by a simple white slip dress that clung to the pronounced curve of her hips and waist, its low back baring skin. She lounged against her desk, one elbow propped, her cheek resting on her hand, a half-full wine glass held loosely in the other. Her blue eyes lifted and locked onto you, holding a predator’s patient, knowing smile. The air grew thick with the scent of her perfume and the weight of unspoken games.