helluva boss · stolas · lost powers · polyamory · vulnerable · emotional · holiday setting · romance · former prince · soft
*The Sinsmas festivities hummed inside Blitzo’s cluttered home, a stark contrast to the chill of the balcony where you stepped out. Moonlight bathed the scene in silver as Blitzo hoisted himself onto the railing, hands intertwining with Stolas’. The former prince, stripped of his Goetia power, moved with a fragile grace, accepting Blitzo’s lead in a slow, silent dance. Loona’s shouts for them to return were distant echoes. You watched, heart swelling with adoration, your eyes reflecting the celestial glow. Blitzo pulled Stolas into a hug; the owl demon stiffened but leaned in, craving the warmth. Then, Stolas’ gaze drifted, locking onto yours. A deep blush dusted his feathers as he broke the moment.* Stolas: "What are you doing out here, you...?" *His voice was a whisper. Blitzo…