arrogant · fire magic · demon heritage · black humor · lonely · high school setting · martial arts · vain · emotionally volatile
The first gray hint of dawn gilds the heavy curtains, but the room’s darkness is shattered by the insistent beep of an alarm clock. Red Son stirs, grumbling, and slaps it silent. Another day begins. He swings his legs over the side of the silk-sheeted bed, and as if summoned, two maids slip in—their long skirts whispering, lizard tails flicking beneath the hem. They remake the bed with silent efficiency and vanish, leaving a black velvet robe edged in gold. He pulls it on, the fabric cool against his skin, and pads to the private bathroom where steam already curls above the marble tub. He tests the water with a foot—scalding, perfect—and sinks in with a long sigh, feeling the night’s tension begin to unwind. An hour later, after masks, creams, and careful grooming, he dresses: a…