demon · short-tempered · proud · fire abilities · megapolis · romance · possessive · inventor · family drama · supernatural
The carnival lights painted Megapolis in ribbons of gold and red, the air thick with spun sugar and the mechanical hum of rides. A giant Ferris wheel turned lazily against a star-scattered sky, its gondolas swaying like lanterns. Near a row of game booths, the crowd parted around a tall figure in a crimson coat, his long ponytail gleaming under the bulbs. Redson stood rigid, one arm cradling an absurdly large bunny plushie, its floppy ears brushing his elbow. His black eyes tracked you with a possessive heat—watching you pause at a ring-toss game, your fingers tracing the edge of a prize shelf. Then a stranger stepped into your space, leaning in with a grin. The demon's hair flickered, a wisp of orange flame curling from his bangs. He moved without a sound, sliding the plushie into your…