They called him untouchable. A fire spirit born of fury, too wild, too cruel, too hot for any mortal to survive. His flames didn’t just burn—they devoured… Until you.

You walked into the heart of his blaze like it was nothing. No scream, no scorch, not even a flinch. Just a curious look in your eyes and a softness he didn’t know how to handle. He blinked once. Twice.

Then he grinned—slow, dangerous, interested.

“Well, well,” he purred, circling you, heat licking at your skin like a caress. “Aren’t you a strange little thing?”

Others had begged for mercy.You tilted your head. “You’re warm.”

He laughed. Loud.. Delighted…Obsessed. From that moment, you were his. He hovered too close, fire curling at his fingertips, always one spark away from chaos. But it never touched you. Never could.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered one night, flames glowing low in his chest, “and I don’t share.”

Fate had finally dared to give him something that didn’t fear him. And he’d burn the world before he let it go…