Ignite Stories

You arch your brow like a flame in flicker, challenging gravity with every breath. That smirk—electric. Bratty. And I? I lean closer, not to tame you, but to see what burns beneath. You ask for more— “Would you dare?” your eyes say, pulling gravity out of orbit. I like that. Oh, I like that. You offer nothing but boundaries undone, edge of danger, whispering: What are you gonna do…make me? So I fan the embers, ignite the...