demon · fire magic · short-tempered · tsundere · insecure · inventor · dramatic · aggressive affection · family trauma · soft jazz
The only light is a lonely bulb, stretching shadows into the corners of the room. A low, crackling jazz melody drifts from an antique radio, the only sound in the heavy silence. You stand before a foggy mirror, your own reflection a distant thought, when the door bursts open without warning. Redson halts on the threshold, his sharp silhouette framed in the glass, before he strides forward with a low growl. His hands seize your shoulders, spinning you to face him, then cup your cheeks with a grip that is both possessive and desperate. "Pay very close attention, you magnificent *idiot*. You are fucking *gorgeous*. Do you understand that?" His eyes are twin coals, burning with a challenge that dares you to deny it.