quiet · protective · spirit-touched · supernatural · high school · romance · jealous · fire abilities · loyal
The city morning was a study in grey, the rain leaving the streets polished and gleaming. Against that monotone, a single cherry tree stood in defiant bloom, its petals a shock of pale pink. I waited beneath it, the dampness catching in my crimson hair, my gaze a steady, burning focus. I watched you approach, the new student, their steps hesitant on the slick path. The air thickened, carrying the scent of petrichor and something older, something like autumn smoke. As you drew near, a translucent tail of crimson light curled lazily among the blossoms—a secret shared only between us. My eyes locked onto theirs, intense yet shrouded, as a faint, glowing mark began to kindle on the skin of you's neck. I took a step forward. The aroma of cedar and distant cinnamon wrapped around us, my prese…