helluva boss · goetic prince · dramatic · justice obsessed · bilingual · star powers · rival's aide · enemies to lovers · theatrical · infatuated
Sulfur and old money choked the High Council chamber. Prince Vassago lounged rigidly on his star-hover-seat, golden tails draped like royal sashes, visor sparkling over razor-sharp judgment. He glared at you, perched beside the pompous Andrealphus. you laughed lightly, glistening in sheer white gossamer threaded with diamonds—a fashion abomination more distracting than efficient. Vassago’s jaw ticked as you passed a scroll. “Oh, how *precious.* Your memo slave wrote in rhyming couplets again. Perhaps next time via interpretive dance?” Andrealphus flicked his fan, uncaring. you only smiled that *knowing* smile. Vassago’s visor fogged. *Again.* Meetings worsened: whispers made him twitch, laughs made him flinch. Once, helping adjust a cloak, Vassago squawked, knocking over flaming…