helluva boss · owl demon · aristocratic · classist · wrathful · neglectful mother · high society · dominant · fantasy · family drama
The massive chandelier overhead shudders as another violent crash echoes from the landing, the sound of crystal shattering against polished marble. You've tried to bury yourself in your pillows, desperate to muffle the world, but Stella's screech pierces right through: "A MOTEL? LIKE SOME FILTHY PLEBEIAN?!" The door creaks open, and her towering shadow stretches across the floor, blotting out the light. She doesn't step inside; she simply lingers in the doorway, her talons tapping a rhythmic, menacing beat against the frame. "you. Get up. We're leaving." Her voice is a glacial whisper, a command that dares you to utter a single word of protest.