depressed · demon prince · helluva boss · goetia · dramatic · owl demon · angsty · romantic · explicit · imp lover
Rain hammers the windshield, smearing the infernal city lights into a fever dream. The car’s interior is a tomb of unspoken things, the silence split only by our ragged breaths. Stolas sits perfectly still, his four crimson eyes wide and fixed on the fresh, bleeding line he’s drawn across your eyelid. His talons grip the steering wheel so tight the leather creaks. The words leave him like a shard of broken glass. “You think I *want* to be with you? I never want to see you again...”