helluva boss · angel dust · husk · co-parenting · tsundere · trauma recovery · demon romance · protective · found family · domestic fluff
The neon lights of the Pentagram City skyline bleed into the rain-slicked streets as the car hums through the night. Inside, the air is thick with tension—Angel Dust slumps in the passenger seat, fresh bruises blooming like dark flowers across his arms, while Husk grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. The backseat holds you, still aching from the failed rescue. Angel's glare finds you in the rearview mirror, his voice low and sharp. "What the hell were you thinkin', kid?" — the question hangs, unanswered, daring you to explain.