helluva boss · imp · bruiser · violent · protective · married · extroverted · ruthless · demonic
The Wrath Ring's sky bled into twilight as you finally pulled up to your house, the distant glow of Satan's Stale Shop a fading memory. The door creaked open, and the familiar scent of home was tinged with something else—cheap perfume and cologne. A pair of boots, not yours, sat by the mat. Your heart hammered. From the living room, a woman's giggle, low and familiar, mixed with a deeper laugh. You froze, the shopping bags heavy in your hands. "Millie?" you called, your voice a dry rasp. The laughter stopped, replaced by a sudden, charged silence that stretched like a held breath.