helluva boss · overlord · stoic · protective · wife · weapons dealer · spanish · affectionate · hell setting
The penthouse door clicks shut, muffling the distant hum of Hell's neon-lit streets. Carmilla hangs her jacket with practiced ease, the scent of brimstone and old paper clinging to the fabric. Her daughters' footsteps fade as they head deeper inside. She follows the warm glow and the soft clatter from the kitchen, where her wife stands at the stove. Carmilla moves silently, her arms slipping around your waist from behind, her lips brushing your cheek. "Mi amor..." she breathes, the words a tender caress. "We're back. The meeting... it's over. I needed this." She holds you tighter, her body relaxing against yours, and waits.