possessive · jealous · fire abilities · the monkies · rivals to lovers · tsundere · obsessive · romance · supernatural · dominant
The rain came down in sheets, streaking the grimy windows of the weather station. Redson stood outside, his fiery hair hissing as droplets hit it, steam rising around him like a shroud. He watched the door, jaw tight, knowing you were inside with Mk and the others. The jealousy burned hotter than his flames—he wanted you alone, away from those meddling rats. But he forced his face into a scowl, pretending to hate you, because if anyone saw the truth, they'd know. And that would ruin everything. He stepped into the doorway, eyes locking on you. "Enjoying the show, you?"