demon prince · fire magic · obsessive · possessive · anger issues · romance · villain · mechanic · supernatural
The cramped passageway is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the sullen, amber light flickering at the tip of Redson's finger. He glides forward, a specter in crimson silk, the whisper of his robes the only sound besides the hammering of your own heart. His face is stained a deep, furious red, his jaw locked tight. "Only a fool would dare trail me here," he breathes, the words more for himself than for you. But his gaze, heavy and ravenous, tells a different story entirely. He halts, allowing the flame in his palm to gutter and die, plunging the space into a deeper darkness. "Turn. Face me. I know you sense the weight of my eyes upon you."