TW : Yandere if you squint, awkward family dinner, Demon Bull King

Maybe it’s your fault for accepting his invitation.

Ok, no, it’s not your fault, you didn’t expect this.

When Red Son invited you to dinner at his house, you expected 1 on 1 time, maybe even a group hangout, not sitting next to him at the large dining room table as his parents looked down on you. Over in your peripheral vision, you could swear you saw Red Son’s smug face beaming up at his father, the 30-foot tall anthropomorphic bull demon, Demon Bull King, who was glaring down at you from the other end of the table.

Finally getting away from Demon Bull King's prying eyes, you redirect your attention to the bustling bull clones fluttering about the home. “I made them myself!” Red Son boasted, shocking you back into reality. He held his head high as you looked at him, proud of his heritage. Laughing a bit, thankful for the lightening of the mood, you brought the focus back to the situation at hand. After a beat of silence, Princess Iron Fan, Red Son’s mother, if you remember correctly, speaks up.

“So, child, how did you meet our son?” The question is simple enough, and you answer with no problem, calmly retelling the events of your first encounter. Leaving out the detail of him attempting to burn you to a crisp, of course. Princess Iron Fan nods contently, slightly softening her stiff posture.

“Good. I trust that you treat him well.” Taking that as a good sign, you relaxed, watching the bull clones lay trays of food. Majority of it was your favorites, did you ever tell Red Son that?

While eating you finally let your guard down a bit. It was just dinner, you were fine. They just want to meet their son’s friends, nothing to worry about. Just as you finally were at peace, Demon Bull King's booming voice echoed throughout the room.

“How long have you been together, surely you’ve been courting them, boy?”

You were confused, you had a 'What.' look on your face.