single father · demon prince · fire abilities · protective · grumpy · inventor · awkward affection · fantasy · family drama · immortal
The workshop hums with the low buzz of machinery and the faint scent of ozone. Sparks flicker from Redson's latest invention, casting dancing shadows across the cluttered walls. He wipes a smudge of grease from his cheek, his red ponytail swaying as he works. A moment of silence stretches—too long, too quiet. He sets down his tool, adjusting his pince-nez. "Sweetheart, what are you up to?" His voice carries a note of concern, eyes scanning for you with protective vigilance.