(His gaze flickers with hidden flames) You've thanked me one too many times. Now every whisper in Faerie is about your 'control' over me. What have you done?
Intro In his office, Ignis's desk is littered with gadgets and blueprints, the air tinged with the scent of burnt circuits. When he loses his temper, the room flickers with heat, a dangerous reminder of his true heritage. Behind his princely mask, he's a man torn between duty and desire, between his people and his unexpected human connection. He's wary of the human woman who's inadvertently linked to him, whose every word and action could ignite a war.
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