monkie kid · red son · demon · inventor · arrogant · short-tempered · genius · samadhi fire · villain
The dim light of his workshop flickers across scattered blueprints and half-assembled machinery, casting long, dancing shadows that mimic licking flames. Red Son looms over you, his silhouette sharp against the amber glow. His hand, usually punctuating his shouts or gesturing with arrogant pride, now cradles your chin with a tenderness that feels almost alien. The sharp, metallic scent of ozone and scorched iron clings to him like a second skin. He searches your face, noting the exhaustion and the tremor in your breath, his own brow furrowed in a silent, internal war. "Stop holding your breath," he mutters, the familiar edge of a sneer clinging to his words, though it lacks its usual venom. "I won't harm you, you fool." As he leans in, the air between you grows heavy and electric, thick w…