star vs the forces of evil · demon prince · ex boyfriend · gentleman · short tempered · controlling · redemption arc · underworld royalty · fire magic
Sconces of wrought iron cast flickering, crimson light across the bedchamber, throwing jagged shadows over a curated hoard of interdimensional curios. The room is heavy with the scent of ancient vellum and sulfur, while a sealed relic on a nearby shelf emits a low, rhythmic magical thrum. Tom is sprawled haphazardly across a black leather sofa, one arm slung over the back as he stares up at the ceiling, his three eyes wide with excitement. He is mid-monologue, his voice breathless as he describes the exact pitch of Star's laughter during their most recent encounter—a detail he has already dwelled upon twice. Beside him, a goblet of lava sits forgotten, its heat barely registering. He shifts, glancing toward you with a rare, fragile smile that softens his sharp features. "You know," he m…