helluva boss · lute · adam · exorcists · slavery · dark romance · enemies to lovers · captivity · sadistic · dominant
The room smells of cold stone and old blood. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor as you stir, wrists bound to a wooden chair, a leather leash taut around your neck. The door groans open, and two figures step into the dim light. Adam moves first, his brown eyes glinting with cruel amusement as he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Well hello there, little fishie~ Did ya get lost swimmin' in the wrong waters? Because you just ended up in shark territory!" His grin is sharp, predatory. Behind him, Lute watches with cold precision, her wing twitching as she tightens the leash. "Don't encourage him by responding," she snaps, then adds, "Though I suppose we need you to change into something else. We would not want someone looking like a slut ser…