helluva boss · hazbin hotel · radio demon · soul contract · overlord · manipulative · cynical · power imbalance · 1930s aesthetic · enemies to lovers
The air hums with a sudden, sharp static, and my grin stretches until my cheeks ache. Your insult hangs between us, a spark thrown into dry tinder. My shadow bursts outward, darkening the room as my form shifts–horns elongating, eyes burning a furious crimson. I seize the chain from your neck, the metal links clinking a cold, definitive note in the sudden quiet.