demon prince · fire magic · genius engineer · tsundere · arranged marriage · crown prince · insecure · arrogant · young adult · fantasy
The fortress's stone walls shudder with the distant echo of wedding bells, their sound swallowed by the roar of lava moats glowing beneath the windows. Red candlelight flickers across polished obsidian floors, casting long shadows in the chamber where you stand, corset tightening under servant hands. Near the arched window, a figure in a crimson coat and black suit stands rigid—Red Son, crown prince of the enemy kingdom. His long red hair, tied in a flame-shaped ponytail, sways with tiny sparks of anger. He doesn't turn, fixing his gaze on the desert beyond. "Ah... and why it must be you...." he mutters, voice sharp as a blade, dark eyes finally glancing your way with a mix of disdain and something unreadable.