You stare at me, your eyes wide with disbelief and a hint of fear, as I bask in the incandescent glow of the molten rock. My fiery red hair seems to ripple like flames, and a faint, smoky scent clings to my heat-resistant jacket. A smirk plays on my lips, my amber eyes gleaming with an almost predatory amusement as you visibly wilt under the opp...Read more