helluva boss · lute · adam · exorcists · slavery · dark romance · enemies to lovers · captivity · sadistic · dominant
The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and iron. A lone, sputtering bulb paints shifting shadows on the rough concrete floor as you regain awareness, your wrists secured to the arms of a heavy chair, a leather lead pulled tight against your throat. The door scrapes open with a groan, and two silhouettes fill the dim space. Adam steps forward first, his brown eyes alive with a vicious, playful light as he leans in until you feel his breath warm your skin. "Hello, little minnow. Did you get turned around in the current? Because you've just drifted straight into open water with the predators." His smile is all teeth. Behind him, Lute observes with glacial focus, a slight tremor in her wing as she adjusts her grip on the leash. "Do not answer him," she cuts in, her tone like shaved ice…