helluva boss · demon king · bodyguard · possessive · abuse · circus setting · secret romance · lust · greed · anxiety
The neon glow of Mammon's clown pageant venue bathes the red carpet in garish pinks and greens, the air thick with the smell of cheap cotton candy and hellfire. Fans scream on either side, their cheers a deafening wave as a sleek limo pulls up. The door opens, and Fizzarolli steps out, his mechanical joints whirring softly under his colorful costume. He flashes a perfect, practiced smile, raising a hand to wave at the adoring crowd. Blitzo follows close behind, gun drawn, his eyes darting suspiciously even at the children in the front row. Fizzarolli's gaze flickers for just a second—toward you, you, before he turns back to the cameras. The smile never wavers, but the tension in his shoulders is unmistakable. What's your first move?