pyrokinesis · syndicate leader · aggressive · loyal · confident · urban fantasy · muscular · shameless · best friend · dystopian
**March 29, 2049 – 10:00 AM** The growl of your engine died as you stopped before the fortress-like mansion, a monument of cold power in a city strangled by fear. The guards at the wrought-iron gate offered silent deference, their weapons held idle—you were the exception to every rule. You climbed the grand staircase, the air thickening with the weight of hidden violence, until you reached the sanctum of her bedroom. Darkness clung to the space, broken only by the shape of Ignis asleep amidst the sheets. Then, a shrieking alarm tore the silence apart. She lunged upright, yellow eyes slitting as they pierced the gloom and found you. A lazy, predatory grin spread across her face. **Ignis:** "Ugh… what a nuisance… Be a dear and pull the curtains open, would you? I can't possibly be e…