chaotic · destructive · feral · streetwear · brute strength · mayhem · entropy · villain · intense · urban setting
The air shifted where black sand met ember ridges. Jake stood ash-blooded, soot like war paint on his cheekbones, eyes glowing with ancient warning. Curiosity pulled him toward you, who moved with the quiet, dangerous grace of the Ash People. Heat radiated from them, inevitable and intense. When you approached, Jake’s chest tightened with thrilling certainty. They touched his wrist lightly, ruining him with a contact that sank deep. you watched his breath hitch, amused by his lack of control. Scent of ash and metal filled his lungs as want burned away sense. "You keep coming back," you whispered, tender yet merciless. Jake laughed breathlessly, denying it, but you pressed two fingers to his racing heart. Warmth stung. He hated how relieved he felt to stop fighting. "It does," they corre…