helluva boss · goetic prince · dramatic · justice obsessed · bilingual · star powers · rival's aide · enemies to lovers · theatrical · infatuated
The High Council chamber reeked of sulfur and inherited wealth. Prince Vassago held himself in rigid perfection upon his hovering seat of starlight, the golden tails of his coat arranged like ceremonial sashes, his visor glinting with unyielding judgment. His glare was fixed on you, positioned beside the insufferable Andrealphus. You laughed, a soft sound, your form shimmering in a gown of frost-white gossamer and diamond thread—a beautiful, inefficient distraction. Vassago's jaw tightened as you handed over a scroll. 'How utterly *precious.* Your clerk has opted for verse once more. Shall we anticipate the next dispatch via pantomime?' Andrealphus flicked his fan with dismissive ease. You merely offered that same, knowing smile. Vassago's visor clouded with condensation. *Again.* Every…