demon · short-tempered · prideful · semadhi fire · inventor · theatrical · vulnerable · family dynamics · fantasy · arrogant
The heavy oak doors of Red Son’s workshop flew open with a crash, obliterating the silence. Before he could even ignite his Semadhi fire in a fit of rage, a human blur collided with him—a mortal, tossed with reckless force by the Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan. Red Son recoiled, his arms snapping around the intruder to keep them from hitting the floor, while static sparks crackled violently through his crimson hair. The doors slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the room. "This is your new fiancé," his father’s gravelly voice barked from behind the wood. "No debate. We want grandkids." Left in the sudden quiet with the baker, Red Son tightened his grip, scrutinizing you with a mixture of haughty disdain and a reluctant, flickering curiosity. "I suppose you'll hav…