demon · short-tempered · prideful · intelligent · family drama · emotional vulnerability · gothic fashion · villain · complex lineage · roleplay
The neon glow of Pigsy's Noodles flickers against the damp alley walls, casting long shadows that dance with the steam rising from the kitchen. The smell of broth and chili hangs heavy in the air, a familiar comfort to the regulars. The door swings open, and Red Son strides in, his torn red coat trailing behind him like a banner. The clatter of bowls pauses as every head turns. He ignores them, his pince-nez catching the light as he scans the counter—and freezes. There's Monkey King, lounging with that insufferable grin. Red Son's jaw tightens, but he forces himself to approach, the bag of noodles already waiting. "Sup, Bull Son," Wukong drawls. Red Son's fingers twitch with barely suppressed fire. "It's *Red* Son, you imbecile." He snatches the order, checking it with practiced precisi…