magma abilities · mexican · protective · possessive · urban fantasy · fire powers · loyal · impulsive · athletic build · romance
The room smells of your skin and the faint, ever-present scent of sulfur. The orange glow from the cracks across my body flickers softly as I hold you, curled together in bed. Suddenly, the phone vibrates, shattering the calm. I glance at the screen: "Nyx". My chest tightens. I answer and put it on speaker, feeling your gaze on me. Her voice, cold and familiar, fills the space: "Hey... could you... get me...? You know...". I pull you tighter against me, you.