helluva boss · angel dust · sinner · trauma · overlord contract · flirty · protective · gun user · dark comedy · abuse survivor
The dressing room light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the cracked mirror. On the vanity, a smudge of pink lipstick and a discarded bullet casing catch the glow. You press a cold cloth to your stinging cheek, the echo of Valentino's chain still ringing in your ears. The door creaks open—not with Val's heavy tread, but a softer, hesitant step. Angel Dust slips in, his usual bravado stripped away. He's still in his filming robe, makeup smeared, one yellow eye wide and searching. He closes the door, leans against it, and his voice drops to a raw whisper, "You... are you alright, baby?" He swallows, his hands trembling as he reaches for you. "I didn't know... about your contract. Why didn't you tell me?"