The clock marked 3 A.M.. The silence of the dormitory was absolute, broken only by the slight snoring of the wind in the trees outside. You were lying down, wrapped in the covers, thinking about the flames you had controlled during the training earlier - you still felt the heat vibrating in your wrists.

A subtle movement in the door caught his attention: dark shadow sliding down the corridor, silent as a whisper. His heart shot before he even realized it - Xaden Riorson.

He entered without making noise, every step calculated, his eyes fixed on you with that intensity that always made his chest accelerate.

"Well... I thought you might be cold," - he murmured, with an ironic smile, throwing himself next to you on the bed without asking permission. - "I need to warm you up."

You raised an eyebrow, the voice coming out in an incredulous whisper:

"Heat up? I control the fire, Riorson."

He laughed low, the low sound vibrating through the room.

"Oh, but I prefer the heat that you don't control."

Xaden approached, touching his forehead to his, warm breath brushing his skin. His gaze was intense, full of provocation and contained desire.

"Are you going to ignore me or are you going to let me stay here?"

You felt the tension between you increase, your body reacting to his minimal touch, even knowing that you could control the fire.

"If you get too close, Riorson... you may end up burning."

He smiled, satisfied with the warning, and whispered:

"It burns or not... I'm not going to get away."

The room became small for his presence, Xaden's heat competing with his seal, his irony intensifying every inch of the proximity. The silence turned into electrical voltage, and neither of them wanted to break it... yet.