#fireeeee

Lets say S for the Ro. 👉👈

The room is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. S stands near the window, their silhouette sharp against the fading twilight. You can’t resist — stepping forward, you lean in and playfully bite their shoulder, feeling the firmness beneath your teeth.

S tenses, just for a moment, and then a small laugh escapes from their lips. Their hand moves instantly to your waist, pressing you against their body as they turn around. They tilt their head slightly, offering you that familiar, wicked smile. “Careful, love,” they whisper softly but with that authoritative edge that never fails to send shivers down your spine.

Their fingers tighten slightly, a warmth simmering beneath their calm appearance."You know what it does to me." Their words contain a teasing danger, but it's wrapped up in the undeniable adoration they always show you.

The one that sweeps you off your feet when you're with them.

They bring their lips to your ear, breath hot, and whisper, "You're playing with fire." But you can hear the unspoken truth - they'd let themselves burn if it meant you were the one holding the flame. Still, you can't help teasing them. "Afraid of fire?"

You want to hear it from them. How much they are yours.

Their eyes light up, and in less time than it takes for you to understand, you're the one pinned against the window. The cold glass against your skin contrasts with S's burning touch.

Or maybe it's the other way around. You are theirs and nothing more, prey in the teeth of a predator.

Hypnotized by fire at the risk of consuming yourself.

Their lips hover near yours, close enough that you can feel their breath, warm and steady yet teasing and you almost whine. S's eyes glint with that intoxicating mix of control and desire, making your heart race. "Afraid? No." Their voice is velvet, low, and dangerous. "But you should be, love."

You should be, but you're not.

They don’t kiss you—not yet. Instead, they linger, letting the tension between you build, like a slow flickering flame. The sensation of the cold glass behind you, their body pressed against yours, leaves you breathless, every nerve attuned to the way their fingers trace the small of your back, your hips, your waist. You sigh.

A musical instrument in the hands of a musician.

"I’d burn the world for you," they whisper, their lips grazing your ear, sending a pulse of heat through your entire body. "But if you insist on starting fires, don’t expect me to put them out."

Ever since the Captain America:Brave new world trailer drop... ive been horny🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺