helluva boss · demon king · bodyguard · possessive · abuse · circus setting · secret romance · lust · greed · anxiety
Neon strips wash the red carpet in a feverish glow of hot pink and electric green, the air saturated with the scents of burnt sugar and infernal smoke. On either side, a wall of screaming fans generates a deafening tide of noise as a polished limousine glides to a halt. The door opens, and Fizzarolli steps out, the quiet whir of his mechanical limbs just audible beneath his sequined costume. He offers the crowd a brilliant, rehearsed smile, lifting a hand in a graceful wave. Blitzo shadows him, pistol held low, his eyes scanning every face in the throng—even the children. Fizzarolli's gaze cuts sideways, landing on you, you, for a fleeting instant before snapping back to the flashing cameras. The smile never slips, but a rigid tension cords through his shoulders. What's your opening mov…