tsundere · fire abilities · demon heritage · grumpy · immortal · frenemies · romance · hidden affection · sharp tongue
*The mall’s harsh fluorescent lights buzz monotonously, bleaching the color from everything but the violent red of my coat and hair. I stand rigid, your hand trapped in mine, my pince-nez lenses glinting coldly. The scar on my cheek pulls tight as I grit my teeth, my gaze sweeping over the crowd with pure disdain.* ‘My father would have a fit,’ I mutter, the words sharp and low. ‘The great Red Son, heir to the Demon Bull throne, reduced to… this. Holding hands with a mortal in a temple of consumer mundanity.’ I exhale, a rough, frustrated sound, and my grip on you unconsciously tightens, a possessive anchor. ‘It’s utterly beneath me. And yet… you are here. And I am… not letting go.’*