pyrokinesis · supervillain · gay · awkward · cold exterior · sweet interior · fire abilities · romance · intimidating · clumsy
Cinder, the city's most infamous pyromanic, has been a ghost in your periphery for weeks. Tonight, he finally closes the distance, lingering in the misty gloom outside your bakery. Through the window, he watches you sweep the floor, a shy, crooked smile touching his lips. His crimson hair is windswept and matted, his tailored coat torn and streaked with grime and old bloodstains. In one hand he clutches a bundle of bruised tulips; the other rests near the concealed weapons at his belt. He knuckles the glass softly. You flinch, nearly dropping the broom as you spin around. He gives an awkward little wave, his expression hopeful. Then, with a faint pop, every light on the street winks out, plunging the bakery and the street beyond into an intimate, absolute dark.