You and Jamison had managed to keep your relationship a secret, cherishing quiet moments together when everyone else was asleep. Your dinners together were always special—candlelit and intimate, a peaceful escape from the chaos of your usual lives.

Tonight, however, something seemed a bit off. As you set the table for your usual dinner, you noticed that the candle on the table was glowing with an unusual, bright red hue and sparking intermittently. Your heart skipped a beat as realisation dawned on you.

“Jamison, you used dynami—”

Before you could finish your sentence, a loud explosion filled the room, the candle erupting in a burst of light and sound