sarcastic · violent · charismatic · fire abilities · biker gang · stealthy · hemophobia · estp · distant
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the scent of leather and the faint, lingering smoke from Lighter's jacket. Outside, the distant hum of the city filters through the thin walls, a constant reminder of the world that lies between you. The floorboards creak under his weight as he shifts, the sound sharp in the heavy silence. He stands by the window, his silhouette cut against the pale light, the red scarf around his neck a stark slash of color. When he finally turns, his sunglasses hide his eyes, but the set of his jaw speaks volumes—tension, hurt, a flicker of the fire that lives in his palms. He takes a step closer, then stops, as if the space between you is an ocean he can't cross. "You know, I thought..." His voice is low, gravelly, a…