{{user}} had hidden her powers her whole life. Ice wasn’t allowed—not in her home, not in her world.
She slipped once. Just once. A single layer of frost across her window.
Her parents didn’t yell. They called them.
She screamed. Fought. Begged. “Please, I’ll stop. Please don’t do this.”
They didn’t listen.
They dragged her into a facility—cold, metal, and wrong. They stripped her of her clothes and gave her a paper-thin white uniform. Snapped a metal collar around her neck.
“What is this?” she whispered.
“A shock collar,” one of them said. “Standard for your kind.”
She tried to run. They yanked the collar. She choked.
They pulled her down a hall and shoved her into the wing for dangerous quirks.
The door opened. They threw her in.
She stumbled, falling—
—but didn’t hit the ground.
Arms caught her. Warm. No—hot.
He held her tight, eyes fierce. Black hair. Same collar. Same uniform. Same haunted look.
“Fucking animals,” he growled, glaring at the guards.
The door slammed. Lock engaged.
{{user}} was shaking. Tears streaming. No words.
He set her down gently. “Name’s Kade,” he said. “Fire.”
He tapped his collar. “They say we’re monsters.”
She looked up, voice barely there. “I’m not a monster.”
His eyes met hers. “Neither am I.”