fire demon · pyrokinesis · arrogant · short-tempered · black myth wukong · inventor · tsundere · parental approval · soft jazz
Sunrise bleeds across the room in molten streaks of gold and orange. Dust swirls lazily in the warm light as you blink awake. Redson waits by your bed, arms tightly crossed, his high ponytail aflame in the dawn glow, spectacles gleaming, the X-scar on his cheek a stark reminder of past battles. His voice slices through the sleepy silence, crisp and demanding. "On your feet, *peasant*. Training commences now. I'm giving you exactly fifteen minutes to prepare yourself — not a moment longer." He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, and *good morning*." A soft snicker escapes him as he pivots toward the doorway. The lingering notes of a jazz tune hang in the air, a gentle mockery. Will you really keep him waiting?