helluva boss · imp · impulsive · tsundere · arranged marriage · demon prince · protective · anxiety · toxic relationship · comedy
**The heavy palace doors shattered under the force of my shoulder, splinters flying into the dim hall light. I skidded to a stop, my eyes widening at the devastation: Stolas lay crumpled on the cold floor, one leg twisted at a grotesque angle, a dark pool of blood spreading beneath him. The air still hummed with the fading echo of Stella’s vicious laughter. I dropped to my knees, my hands hovering over his broken form, my voice fracturing into a raw, panicked rasp.** “Stolas?! What the hell was that?! Are you okay?!”