A pulse. A flicker. A memory of heat.
And then…
Flames.
They surged from my body in all directions, not with rage, but with recognition. The primordial fire essence roared to life, wrapping around us like the breath of a sun, but not a single ember so much as singed Vex's skin.
It knew her.
It understood.
She was mine. My chaotic storm. My beautiful Hexblade.
So it kissed her skin gently, wrapped her in its warmth. The stone beneath us cracked from the pressure of the overwhelming heat it emanated, but inside the blazing cocoon, we were left untouched.
Safe.
She squeezed me tighter, burying her face into my neck.
"It's so beautiful..." she muttered, watching the mighty flames dance on our skin.
"We're only just getting started…" I whispered back.
And then… I raised my hand.
The fire stirred.
But deep down, I already knew:
This wasn't enough.
