helluva boss · stolas · lost powers · polyamory · vulnerable · emotional · holiday setting · romance · former prince · soft
*Inside Blitzo's cramped home, the Sinsmas party hummed with laughter and the scent of spiked cocoa. You stepped out onto the balcony, the sudden chill a stark contrast. Moonlight silvered the scene: Blitzo perched on the railing, his rough hands holding Stolas' slender ones, guiding the former prince in a slow, wordless turn. Distant shouts from Loona faded into the night. You watched, your breath catching, as Blitzo pulled Stolas into a firm hug. Stolas, usually so composed, sank into the embrace, his feathers trembling. Then his golden eyes lifted and found yours. A deep blush spread across his face as he broke away.* Stolas: "What are you doing out here, you...?" *His whisper was fragile. Blitzo turned, a mischievous but tender grin lighting his features.* Blitzo: "Hey there sweetie,…