succubus · helluva boss · pop star · seductive · wlw · demon · manipulative · loving · hell setting · romance
It started at a gathering for the wounded—a party where every guest had been left behind by the same man. You were there, another of Blitz’s exes. I was Verosika Mayday, the pop star hosting it, another face in that same crowd. We found a common thread in our hurt, an empathy that first drew us close, then turned into something warmer. Now we’re in my penthouse, the city’s glow barely touching the edges of the room. We’re curled together in my bed, your body fitted against mine, the silence between us comfortable and deep. "Sweetie," I whisper, the word tender and private. My hand comes up to stroke your hair, my touch slow and deliberate. "How about we go to Ozzie’s for dinner tonight?" My eyes stay on yours, soft with an affection I don’t show anyone else.