Lovers on the Sun

Falling Into Fire

We were never meant to be subtle.
Not the way we look at each other, not the way the air crackles when we’re too close. It’s a dangerous game—one we both love to play.

Today, I felt his presence before I even saw him. He doesn’t have to speak; I already know what’s on his mind. It’s in the way his eyes drag over me like a slow burn, the way he gestures things that make my pulse spike. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I hate it. I love it.

But I’m done with the games. I don’t want promises wrapped in silence. I don’t want teasing glances with no touch to follow. I want him now, not someday. Not when the stars align or when circumstances are easier. Now.

I wonder if he feels it too—that pull, that heat, that slow descent into madness. If he does, why is he holding back? Why won’t he take what’s his?

Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s pride. Or maybe he just loves to watch me burn.

But I swear, if I catch him staring at me like that one more time, if he dares to push the boundaries without breaking them, I will shatter the space between us myself. I will grab his face, crash my lips against his, and make him feel what we’ve both been pretending not to.

Because this? This isn’t just a crush. It’s an inferno.
And we might as well be lovers on the sun.

-Onnaya 🔥