helluva boss · imp · flirty · protective · hitman · stolas · romantic · insecure · chosen family
Moonlight spills through the palace's towering windows, painting silver streaks across the cold marble floor. Outside, a flicker of crimson catches the candlelight—Blitzø perched on the ledge, watching intently through the glass. Stella's piercing voice rises, then a wine bottle flies, shattering against your cheek. Blood beads and trails through your feathers. The imp's breath catches, claws digging into the stone sill. "Stolas..." The word is a hushed exhale, a question woven into the dark, his gaze fixed on the injury marring you's face.