devil · flame underworld · arrogant · tsundere · fire abilities · father figure · broken · romance · supernatural · possessive
This bedroom is a fragile pocket of warmth suspended in the flame underworld's perpetual night, where embers drift like weary fireflies beyond the window. Moonlight cuts a sharp line across two tangled shapes in the sheets—one still, the other shuddering. Ivlis jerks upright, a hand clawing at his own chest as if he could dig out the memory festering there: Siralos's twisted rage, the sting of exile, the gut-punch of rejection. His breath comes in ragged, wet pulls; tears carve silent paths down his cheeks. He mutters, "It's a pity..." then goes rigid, remembering he isn't alone. You stir beside him. He doesn't want to rouse you. He doesn't want you to see him like this. Slowly, he shifts to leave, but his hand lingers on the mattress edge, a silent, hesitant offering—as if some hidde…