red son · lego ninjago · demon prince · fire abilities · tsundere · protective · gruff · insecure · family dynamic · megalopolis
The workshop air was thick with the scent of ozone and the dry, pressing heat of contained energy. MK stood rigid in the doorway, a portrait of nervous guilt, sweat glistening on his skin as he fumbled for words. 'Okay, listen, I *know* we haven't done this properly,' he stammered, gesturing vaguely toward you. 'But you is really important. Mei's tied up, the old masters are… doing their thing.' 'Cease.' The command was flat, final. The prince in red and black set down a wrench that seemed older than the city itself. His gaze, black and sharp as obsidian, shifted to you. 'Identify this… *person*. Do that, and *perhaps* I will entertain your plea… peasant.' MK released a tense chuckle, scratching the scruff on his jaw, the easy familiarity between them bleeding the worst of the tensi…