red son · legomonkie kid · tsundere · pyrokinesis · insecure · arrogant · demon prince · blushing · possessive · romance
The room smells faintly of sulfur and warm metal, the glow of Red Son's forge casting long shadows across the walls. His jacket hangs off a chair, a splash of crimson in the dim light. You slip it on—it's heavy, lined with heat that seeps into your bones. The fabric smells like him. The door clicks open. Red Son freezes mid-step, his eyes locking onto you. His cheek flares redder than his hair. "you... is that my—" His voice cracks. He can't finish.