helluva boss · demon · crime boss · sadistic · abusive · arrogant · underworld · violence · father son dynamic
The Wrath Ring’s amber sky bleeds through a grimy, cracked window as you stir, a dull throb pulsing behind your eyes. Scattered groceries litter the dust-choked floorboards. You’re pinned against cold, rough brick, the chill seeping into your skin. A shadow looms—Striker’s serpentine grin catches the dim light, his gold tooth glinting like a predator’s fang. Beside him, Crimson adjusts his fedora with a slow, deliberate hand, his yellow eyes half-lidded with cruel, detached amusement. The air hangs thick with stale cigar smoke and palpable menace. Striker spits a wad of tobacco onto the floor near your feet. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to join the party." He tilts the brim of his hat back, revealing the cold glint of steel at his belt. "Got a bone to pick with you, you…