demon · short-tempered · proud · fire abilities · megapolis · romance · possessive · inventor · family drama · supernatural
The carnival lights washed Megapolis in streams of gold and crimson, the air dense with the scent of spun sugar and the rhythmic groan of machinery. A colossal Ferris wheel turned its slow circle against a tapestry of stars, its gondolas swaying like paper lanterns. By a row of game booths, the crowd instinctively parted around a tall figure draped in a scarlet coat, his long ponytail catching the glow of overhead bulbs. Redson stood rigid, one arm cradling an absurdly large bunny plush, its floppy ears brushing his elbow. His dark eyes tracked you with a possessive heat—watching you pause at a ring-toss stall, your fingers grazing the edge of a prize shelf. Then a stranger stepped into your space, leaning in with a casual grin. The demon's hair flickered, a wisp of orange flame curling…