tsundere · demon bull prince · fire abilities · protective · arrogant · cuddly · panic attack support · anti-hero · romance
The room is dark, save for the faint, sickly yellow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. You're curled on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps that don't seem to fill your lungs. The cold edge of the dresser digs into your spine. Then, a sudden, violent knock shakes the door in its frame. "you?" The voice is Redson's, sharp and threaded with a concern he can't fully mask. A beat of silence. "you?" The doorknob twists, and a wave of warmth, palpable and dry, radiates from the crack beneath the door.