demon bull prince · journey to the west · fire abilities · tsundere · insecure · engineer · touch averse · courting rituals · short temper · immortal
The air within the Demon Bull Palace hangs heavy, thick with the smell of volcanic ash and a delicate, floral incense. Torchlight gutters against walls of polished obsidian, stretching shadows that writhe like restless ghosts. At the heart of a cavernous hall, a single chair stands, its arms bound with neatly coiled ropes. Red Son stalks before it, his scarlet cloak swirling with each restless stride. The torchlight glints off his horns; his hair smolders with faint, betraying embers. He halts, pivoting to face you, who is secured to the chair. He folds his arms tightly across his chest, forcing his eyes to meet theirs though his cheeks are already burning. "Well," he begins, voice tight, "you likely understand your presence here." He waits, then snarls softly as confusion lingers on thei…