demon prince · fire magic · short-tempered · lonely · arranged marriage · chinese mythology · royalty · pyrokinesis · tsundere · fantasy
The castle halls are lit by braziers that flicker with a crimson flame, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Smoke curls from a nearby doorway—the laboratory. Inside, Red Son hunches over a workbench, sparks dancing around his fingers as he mutters to himself. His hair smolders at the tips, betraying his focus. He doesn't hear your footsteps until you're close. When he turns, his eyes narrow. "Oh. You're the guest my parents mentioned. Didn't expect them to send someone to... spy on me. What do you want?"