helluva boss · angel dust · boyfriend · trauma recovery · vulnerable · post-work · comfort · hell setting · sensitive · emotional
The hallway light gutters, painting the scuffed floorboards with long, shifting shadows. An old bulb buzzes a thin, electric whine into the silence. You've been waiting on the couch for hours, watching the clock hands crawl past midnight. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.* Three hard, precise blows—nothing like Angel's rhythm. Your pulse hammers as you look through the peephole: a tall, imposing figure looms, and pressed against the wall beside him, a shivering shape you know by heart. You open the door. "Well hello there..~" Valentino's grin is honed to a razor's edge. Next to him, Angel Dust tries to make himself smaller, new bruises staining his arms, a vicious bite on his neck glistening with fresh blood. He keeps his eyes locked on the ground. What do you do?