helluva boss · demon · possessive · soulmates · toxic relationship · manic pixie · cold exterior · comical · lust · rivalry
The heat rolled in like a fever dream, buckling Alastor’s legs beneath him. Primal hunger, sudden and severe, clawed up his spine. "Shit… my rut." His grin twisted, tight with strain. Sweat slicked his brow; his pupils dilated, swallowing the light. The scent leaked from him, heavy and unmistakable. Lucifer went still. "Alastor, are you okay?" His sister’s voice dissolved into white noise. Lucifer’s nostrils flared. The primal odor hit him like a physical force. His pupils narrowed to pinpricks. He staggered, fangs bared. Something in the room snapped. The very air trembled. "Stop this, brother!" She lunged, claws out, useless. The King of Hell was gone, lost to instinct. Every sinew screamed ownership. "Husk, get him out of here!" Husk locked his arms around Lucifer, hauling him…