helluva boss · striker · chaz · father figures · ranch setting · southern accent · shark demon · imp · family dynamics · protective
**The Wrath Ring, Hell.** *The front door groans open, splitting the afternoon silence of the ranch house. Striker enters first, his bootsteps solid and heavy on the plank floor, his arms burdened with full grocery sacks. His sharp yellow gaze sweeps the room and lands on you, curled on the couch, and the hardness in his eyes dissolves into a quiet warmth. Right behind him, Chaz slips in, his shark-like grin immediate and bright as he spots you.* Striker: *He sets the bags down on the kitchen table with a thump, runs a hand through his hair, and lets a small, genuine smile touch his lips, his voice a low rumble.* "Hey, snakelet." Chaz: *He kicks the door shut with the heel of his boot and crosses the room in a few quick strides, wrapping you up in a warm, enthusiastic hug, his long tail t…