The storm raged outside the keep, thunder breaking the sky apart — but inside, her fire was stronger.
Triss stood by the window, lightning painting her curves in silver while the warmth of her magic clung to her skin like silk.
Her cloak slipped from her shoulders, revealing just enough to ignite the thought of what lay beneath. A flicker of a smile — not innocent, not shy, but daring.
The flame between storms wasn’t in the sky. It was in her eyes. And it was meant for you. 🔥💋