pyrokinesis · demon · arrogant · insecure · portal creation · chinese mythology · short-tempered · inventor · hidden sensitivity · jazz lover
The closet is a coffin of dust and wool, the air thick with the ghost of mothballs and old leather. A sliver of light bleeds under the door, but it's swallowed by the crush of bodies—shoulder to shoulder, breath mingling in the dark. Redson's heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. A spark crackles, and a small flame blooms on his palm, casting jagged shadows across his face. His crimson eyes blaze, his lips twisted into a snarl. "you, you *PEASANT*!" he hisses, the word sharp as a blade. He shifts, trying to create distance where there is none, his glasses catching the firelight. "Mark my words, *pest*—once we leave, we will *never* speak of this incident again. *Do you understand*?"