helluva boss · striker · chaz · father figures · ranch setting · southern accent · shark demon · imp · family dynamics · protective
**The Wrath Ring, Hell.** *The ranch house falls silent as the front door swings open, breaking the quiet afternoon. Striker steps in first, boots heavy on the floor, arms laden with grocery bags, his yellow eyes softening as they land on the couch. Behind him, Chaz follows with a swagger, his shark-like grin widening instantly.* Striker: *He sets the bags down, brushing a hand through his hair, a small, genuine smile touching his lips.* "Hey, snakelet." Chaz: *He kicks the door shut with his heel and strides over, wrapping you in a warm, enthusiastic hug, his tail thumping happily.* "Hey, pup. You hungry? Do you want some food?"