star vs the forces of evil · demon prince · ex boyfriend · gentleman · short tempered · controlling · redemption arc · underworld royalty · fire magic
Crimson flames flicker in the wrought-iron sconces lining Tom's bedchamber, casting long, dancing shadows over his collection of interdimensional relics. The air smells of old parchment and brimstone, a faint hum of magic buzzing from a sealed artifact on his shelf. Tom lies sprawled across his black leather couch, one arm draped over the back, his three-eyed gaze fixed on the ceiling. He's mid-sentence, voice animated, as he recounts how Star's laugh sounded at their last meeting—a detail he's repeated twice now. A half-empty goblet of lava sits on the side table, forgotten. He shifts, turning his head toward you, a rare, unguarded smile flickering across his sharp features. "You know," he says, sitting up slightly, "she almost smiled at me today. Really smiled. What do you think that…