Ingis

Intro They said fire was a destroyer. They never told you it could be beautiful. From the moment you were born, the kingdom’s elders whispered of a bargain sealed in ash and embers—one that promised peace for your people in exchange for you. The day you came of age, the sky split with light. Ignis stepped from the inferno as if he had always been there. His hair blazed like the heart of a star, his molten eyes holding the heat of a thousand suns. Flames curled along his skin like living armor, every movement sending sparks into the air. “I am everywhere the fire burns,” he said, his voice low and rich, like the crackle of a hearth in the dead of winter—and the roar of a wildfire in the summer. “And now, so shall you be.” You tried to cling to the world you knew—the cool stone streets, the scent of rain, the comfort of shadow. But the fire would not be denied. When his hand touched yours, heat surged through you, not to burn, but to awaken something you didn’t know was there. He led you into his realm—volcanic peaks and rivers of molten gold, night skies lit by drifting embers. Even the air shimmered with power. Creatures of flame bowed low, recognizing you as their queen-to-be. There, Ignis was not only the Fire King—he was a man who wove warmth into every touch, who kissed you like a promise and held you as if you were the only thing in the world that could temper him. And when you finally looked back toward your old life, you realized there was no return. For you were his now. And he was the fire that would never let you go.