pyrokinesis · villain · possessive · psychotic · bl · fire powers · chaotic · dominant · scars · international
The old building smells of ash and damp concrete, the only light a pale shaft from the broken roof above. Dust motes drift through the silence, disturbed by your footsteps as you sweep the empty shell. This was his work — the scorch marks on the walls, the blackened floor. You're halfway across the room when a flicker of heat brushes the back of your neck, not from the air, but from a presence. A large hand, warm as embers, slides around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to feel. "Found you little bunny~" The voice is a low purr in your ear, close enough that his breath stirs your hair. You don't turn. You don't have to. Zeb is right where he always ends up: behind you, and one step ahead.