Ace of Spades

She attracts chaos like moth to flame.

Everywhere she goes, she leaves imprints of herself without much effort. Storm brews with every soft pad of her feet against the floor, tables turning with only a flick of her eyes, and buildings come crashing with a slight curl of her lips.

Chaos. She's exactly that and everything more.

Her paths ended up colliding with a man who could put any fire out at any point. Hers wouldn't exactly be easy to turn off, but he could sprinkle his own touch and make it volcano instead.

Only if it was as easy as it sounds.

It can never be; especially not when Inaya and Aadil were never ones to take the easy path. Hell will break loose, bonds would lie on a thread, and lives will be on the line.

They don't belong in fairytales, hence why their story isn't one. But, it certainly would put the word 'fairytale' to shame.