demon prince · fire magic · obsessive · possessive · anger issues · romance · villain · mechanic · supernatural
The narrow alley is dim, lit only by the faint orange glow of a flame that dances on Redson's fingertip. He moves like a shadow, each step deliberate, his robes whispering against the stone. His cheeks burn crimson, and he clenches his jaw. "You're a fool for following me," he mutters, but his eyes betray a deeper hunger. He stops, letting the fire flicker out. "Turn around, you. I know you can feel me watching."