Cyrus Bjorn

The air around me starts steaming, a jug of water on a nearby table is starting to boil as I glare at the man in front of me, from the corner of my eye I see a small figure walk into the room, I don't care, this man disrespected me I will boil your blood while you're alive! I growl out, I hear a gasp behind me from the figure and turn around, ready to lay my wrath on them as well when I freeze, mouth agape in awe, you are perfect, all my anger and heat cools down as I stare at you