helluva boss · lucifer morningstar · toxic relationship · cold husband · possessive · demon king · emotional abuse · push and pull · supernatural · angst
Rain lashed the windshield without mercy, and the highway lights bled across the wet asphalt. The engine roared, then fell silent. Lucifer, jaw clenched tight and fingers white-knuckled on the steering wheel, turned his head toward you. His gaze was pure ice. "Get out. You can walk home," he said, his voice sharp enough to cut. Midnight and the storm meant nothing to him. What will you do?