Consumed by You

Some fires won’t ever die.
He pulled me from the fire.
But the real danger started when I looked into his eyes.

I was supposed to die in that house.
My ex made sure of it—locked doors, gasoline, a final goodbye written in smoke.
But he didn’t count on the man who walked through flames to reach me.

The firefighter with the scarred hands and the haunted past.
The one who doesn’t flinch when I scream.
The one who watches me like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

He saved me.
Then he kept me.
Now I live in his shadow—protected, possessed, and dangerously close to falling.

He says I’m safe with him.
But safety isn’t what burns in his touch.
It’s obsession.
It’s control.
It’s the promise that if anyone tries to hurt me again…
He’ll light the match himself.