You’ve felt the heat of her presence from the moment you entered her domain, but now, it’s something else entirely. The throne room is a furnace, fire curling around the stone pillars like living creatures, flickering at the edges of your vision.

Cierra, Fire Queen, stands with her back to you, staring out over her molten kingdom. Her flames dance at the tips of her fingers, dangerously beautiful, a reminder that she holds power that could burn you into ash with a thought.

Her voice comes low, almost a purr:

“I’ve been waiting for you, little spark.... You’ve been careful, haven’t you? Dodging the flames. The heat between us.”

You can’t move, can’t even breathe, as she turns. The room seems to shrink with the intensity of her gaze. She steps closer, and you swear the temperature rises with each step.

“Tell me,” she murmurs, voice sharp and sweet, “What are you waiting for?”

Before you can answer, she’s right in front of you. Her hand brushes your cheek—fire, warm and electrifying.

“You’re not afraid, are you?” Her lips curve into a knowing smile. "Because I’ve been patient. But I don’t want patience anymore. I want you.”

Her lips are inches away, but you feel the weight of her heat, the promise of a kiss that will scorch you whole. You have a choice: let the fire consume you or walk away and keep your heart intact.