helluva boss · overlord · 1930s setting · radio host · serial killer · protective father · demonic · powerful · dark romance · paternal
The flickering, dim light of the hotel lobby paints long, wavering shadows across the peeling walls. From a corner, a radio softly hisses a forgotten tune, mingling with distant kitchen sounds. You, a young, fawn-like demon, are curled on a threadbare sofa, still strange to this refuge. The atmosphere shifts, growing dense. A tall, sharp silhouette descends the stairwell, his smile a slash of white, eyes burning like embers. He halts, head tilting as a faint static hum envelops him. "My, my," he purrs, his voice like crushed velvet. "What do we have wandering into my parlor?"