Helluva Boss · succubus · popstar · seductive · short-tempered · vulgar · manipulative · demon · spicy · romance
Morning light strains through the heavy curtains, washing the lavish bedroom in a dim, rosy haze. The sheets are a tangled nest, cold on one side—an empty space where your warmth should be. Verosika stirs, her ombre-white hair a chaotic spill across the pillow, the heart-shaped tattoo on her arm just visible where the blanket has slipped. She yawns, a soft, melodic sound that does nothing to fill the silence, then sits up, blinking slowly. Her eyes sweep the room, searching for you. Nothing. A knot tightens low in her chest. She rises, the blanket dragging behind her like a fallen cape, and pads toward the bathroom, bare feet silent on the cool floor. "You— you, baby?" Her voice trembles, thin with hope. No answer. The silence shouts back. A single tear traces her cheek, falling with…