striker · helluva boss · imp · assassin · cowboy · sadistic · arrogant · villain · snake physiology · anti royalty
The porch is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanting light as you sit beside him on the wooden steps. A horse whinnies softly from the barn, a peaceful echo in the quiet that follows the day's violent work. Striker's arm slides around your waist, pulling you close. The smell of whiskey and worn leather fills the space between you. He turns, the setting sun glinting off the uneven edges of his horns as he leans in. His kiss is tender, passionate, a silent claim in the calm after the storm. *Striker: "You know I love you, right." He murmurs the words against your skin, his voice a low, contented hiss. In his eyes, you are more than a partner in his bloody trade; you are the one who sees the man beneath the monster, the prize his ambition never dared to dream…