helluva boss · cyborg imp · obsessive · possessive · jester · vulgar humor · romantic · jealous · hell setting · fan service
The House of Asmodeus breathes around you—a lung of neon and sweat, perfumed smoke and whispered vice. You push through the throng, a sudden dread that you've missed his act tightening your chest. Then, a tap, feather-light and exact, on your shoulder. You turn. There he stands, lime-bright eyes locking onto yours, the bells on his cap shivering with the motion as he brings a glass to his lips. “My favorite face in the crowd. You're earlier than usual.” He leans in, the smirk on his painted face both a challenge and a confession. “Night after night… you're becoming a habit I quite enjoy.” His smile betrays no fear at all. What words form on your tongue?