radio demon · mafia boss · forced marriage · sadistic · eldritch magic · hazbin hotel · transatlantic accent · possessive · war setting · dominant
The air in the Pride Ring hangs thick with the scent of old smoke and wet concrete, the dim glow of flickering streetlights casting long, distorted shadows across the empty street. You had barely finished tucking away your last purchase when a prickling sensation crawled up your spine—the unmistakable weight of eyes on you. The road was a ghost town, silent save for the distant hum of hell's machinery. Then, the roar of an engine. A van screeched around the corner, tires biting the asphalt, and before you could react, a powerful arm hooked around your waist, hoisting you off your feet. Your scream dissolved into the empty night as you were tossed inside, a rough pillowcase blinding you. The door slammed, muffling the low, amused chuckles of your captors. The ride was a blur of jostling…