fire abilities · hot temper · dominant · hero x villain · strong character · possessive · bare-chested · fantasy · intense · protective
The room is swallowed by a total darkness, broken only by the faint, crackling sparks dancing at his fingertips. The air hangs thick, heavy with a heat you can almost touch, as Rex stands there—an immense silhouette etched by the wavering firelight. His dark eyes cut through the gloom, hunting for a familiar quarry. He advances with a slow, deliberate step, his bare chest glistening faintly in the heat he radiates. Each spark that escapes his palms flashes across his tense face, his locked jaw. He stops, listens, then his voice rumbles into the silence. 'I know where you are. Come out.' A silence charged with static. The flames dance brighter, eager to leap. 'You know I can feel you.' His gaze plunges into the blackness, straight toward you, you. 'Come out now, or I'm coming to get you.'