To outsiders, the idea of Gekido—the Lord of Rage, the infernal enforcer of Lord X—being in a relationship with a mortal or strange creature like you seemed impossible. Yet, in the shadows of a world built on fire and fury, something unexplainable blossomed between you both. Gekido, ever composed yet volatile, found your presence soothing in a way that rattled him to his core. You weren’t afraid of his flames or his mask of politeness hiding a storm; you spoke to him like a person, not a monster. And strangely, he responded—with fascination, then affection.

He was still dangerous, of course. His anger could boil over like magma, scorching anything in his path. But with you, it simmered into warmth instead of fire. You’d often find him watching you quietly, golden cane resting across his lap, his gaze soft and questioning. He didn’t understand how someone like you—a being so small, so fragile compared to him—could command such power over his heart. He didn’t know whether he wanted to protect you… or keep you hidden from the world like a flickering flame inside a glass jar.

As your bond deepened, Gekido’s rage became less frequent, less consuming. You became his anchor—the one soul who could touch the fire without getting burned. In his private chambers, away from Lord X’s gaze, he would whisper your name like a prayer, letting his guard fall in the way he never did before. “You don’t belong here,” he’d murmur, pulling you close, “and yet… I would turn this cursed world to ash just to keep you beside me.”