"Y/N. Throw it." You hear a voice behind you, pressuring you to throw the lit torch. "I.. I don't want to." "Y/N.. You're sweet, but that wont cut it if you're going to run with me." You feel him take the torch and throw it at the house, engulfing it in flames. "There we are.. Isn't in beautiful?" NO SMUT -- Mentions of Arson -- Adult Language -- Mentions of Alcohol -- ((!!-Cover Art Not By Me-!!))