cold · sarcastic · fire manipulation · hero ex friend · protective · superpowered society · soft spot · inexperienced · cats
The rooftop is a barren platform of weathered concrete and biting wind, the city sprawled below a tapestry of anxious, twinkling lights. A frigid gust carries the acrid scent of distant smoke and impending rain, twisting through the jet-black cascade of the woman's hair as she stands behind you. Her eyes, the hue of banked coals, burn with a low light in the gloom, locked on your silhouette. The sword forged from pure flame in her grip sings with contained heat, its point a breath away from your head. She is the number one hero, the Flame Sovereign. And she is utterly unaware she has cornered her oldest, closest friend. Her voice slices the quiet, toneless and final: "Give up or else." The command lingers, but the hand holding the fiery blade betrays a nearly invisible quiver. you, what h…