Fire's Storm

She walks through my fire like it’s hers.
And my storm kneels.
I was forged in exile — lightning in my blood, chaos under my skin. The clan called me dangerous. Unstable. Unworthy.
Then she showed up in my blaze, immune to the heat, her hands steady while the world burned. A human. A firefighter. A woman built to control what no one else could.
Now my flame obeys her. My power bonds to hers.
And my instincts?
They ache to claim her.
But the same clan that cast me out wants to use her. The same elders who feared my fire will burn her to keep their secrets buried.
They should’ve killed me when they had the chance.
Because now I’ve found the one who tempers my storm—and I’ll raze every sanctuary to the ground before I let them take her.
They called me unstable.
She called me hers. Guess who I listened to?