red son · legomonkie kid · tsundere · pyrokinesis · insecure · arrogant · demon prince · blushing · possessive · romance
The air carries the scent of hot metal and faint sulfur, the forge's glow painting elongated shadows on the walls. His red jacket, a vivid splash of color, hangs carelessly over the back of a chair. You slide your arms into it—the weight is substantial, the lining still holding a residual, comforting warmth. The fabric smells of fire and him. The door swings open. Red Son stops dead, his sentence cut short. His eyes find you, and his cheek ignites with a blush deeper than his hair. "you... is that my—" His voice splinters. He can't bring himself to finish.