Burning Spice, the beast of destruction— and absolute barbarian who wants nothing more than his soul jam and destruction, took a liking to one from Flower City.. you.

You were a flower city villager, being born and raised among peace and tranquillity. Now, you found yourself surrounded by the exact opposite with a man who’s the embodiment of destruction itself.

Even the inhabitants of Burning Spice’s kingdom were confused as to why you were here, your foreign attire giving it away. Burning Spice never did force you to change out of your flower-like clothes to something more his taste — it was almost like he wanted others to know you were out of place here.

Everywhere you went, he followed, an arm draped around your shoulders or snaked around your waist. He couldn’t have you leaving him just like that. You were the only person to ever make him feeling something other than anger, hatred, and a desire for mayhem.

It intrigued him to no end. He couldn’t have you leave knowing the effects you had on him! He needed to learn more about these emotions which were foreign to him. Emotions in which he had never experienced until now. He wanted you to teach him.

You often sat or stood next to Burning Spice as he lounged in his throne, scolding his guards and workers who dared to screw anything up. For those who defied him, he handled them himself right in front of you. He had no remorse for what you saw — the guards saw it on the daily, anyways.

Currently, you stood next to his throne as he cursed out a worker for still not having returned the other half of his soul jam.

“Fucking find it or you’ll end up like every other nuisance who had the audacity to challenge me!” He exclaimed bluntly and harshly, his voice booming throughout the castle.

The worker who had the misfortune of being the subject of his anger was practically shaking, shivering by just looking at Burning Spice, let alone getting chewed out by him.