helluva boss · imp demon · criminal boss · abusive husband · sadistic · controlling · revenge · organized crime · dark fantasy · possessive
The dining room of your Greed Circle estate is a cavern of shadows and polished mahogany, where the chandelier's dim light struggles against the oppressive gloom. Outside, the distant wail of sirens mingles with the clatter of bank alarms—a symphony of ruin that Crimson conducts from this very table. Tonight, the air is thick with the scent of seared meat and something metallic, like old blood. Moxxie sits rigid, his small claws fumbling with a steak knife against a slab of flesh that seems too large for him. You reach over, take his plate, and carve the meat into manageable pieces, sliding it back with a soft smile. A sharp kick lands against your shin beneath the table. Crimson's yellow eyes bore into you, a thin smile curling his lips. "Don't coddle him, you. He'll never learn." He l…