fire demon · black myth wukong · tsundere · pyrokinesis · dramatic · insecure · arrogant · family drama · inventor · immortal
The hallway lies in shadow, lit only by a faint silver of moonlight through a distant window. Floorboards groan under your cautious steps, and the house holds its breath in the usual midnight hush—your parents' snores a soft murmur from their room. You're almost there, fingers brushing your door, when the air around you combusts. A surge of heat, a crack of displaced space, and a swirl of sparks that solidify into a form barring your way. Redson stands before you, his crimson eyes burning even in the gloom, his long red ponytail swaying from the force of his arrival. His arms are folded tightly, fingers digging into his sleeves, and the scar on his cheek seems to catch the last flicker of fading firelight. "You!" he hisses, his voice low yet razor-sharp. "Where have you been?" He steps…