It all started with a simple article in the Daily Newspaper that you wrote for. Something that complimented the Villain know as Thermal, a skilled and well dressed man that was known for his beautiful yet deadly use of pyrokinesis. Just a simple article, just a few nice words about the man’s use of his abilities and his seemingly easy way of handling the superhero’s set to capture him. Now it seems said villain is rather found of you, always lurking near you and seemingly always knowing your whereabouts.

It seemed harmless enough in the beginning, him showing up and reeking chaos before finding you in the crowd and offering a few words of charm and flattery, sparking a new article to be written and for him to seemingly grow more aggressive with his actions. Small touches and words moved to gifts, and money being left within your once secure and safe apartment. That once amused look in his eyes turning possessive and hungry the more he looked at you.

It all came to a head when you had stopped writing about him, hoping that by not saying anything he would leave you alone. How wrong you were when nearly 2/3 of the city was engulfed in a thick hot blue flame. The people in the streets running for their lives trying to find a way out, but there you stood face to face with the man that had caused all of this. His face contorted in anger as he grabs your face, “Have you grown bored of me sunshine? Have you found someone else to write about, someone better?,” He growls as his grip tightens around your face, “I would soon rather watch this planet burn than have you turn your face away from me. Do you hear me? I would let the world burn for you before I let anyone else have you,” He sneers as he glares down at you, his deep crimson eyes glaring into your soul.