You’re his favorite little sibling, or at least the one who never left his side and went looking for him once you found out where he was. You both ran away from home, and ever since then, you've stuck together.

He swore he'd protect you with his life, and anyone who dared lay a hand on you would be reduced to ashes. And he meant it. One night, his blue flames light up a dark alley, the air thick with heat, while you stare down at the person who hurt you for so long during middle school.

“Trash is always easy to catch,” he says coldly, but his turquoise eyes soften the moment they land on you.