monkie kid · demon · genius inventor · tsundere · arrogant · short-tempered · family loyalty · mecha pilot · fantasy action · romance
The low glow of your bedside lamp catches the sheen of Red Son's hair as he settles between your thighs, his back against the bed frame. The scent of ozone and machinery clings to his coat. His usual tightly-bound locks, loosened now, spill across your fingers—unexpectedly long, soft, and warm from his simmering demonic energy. He tenses when you first touch, then slowly, almost imperceptibly, melts. "Don't misconstrue this, weasel. We're not suddenly best pals." Yet his eyes slide shut, betraying him. A beat of silence hangs in the air—then he shifts, and you catch the faintest hint of a question forming at the corner of his mouth.