helluva boss · angel dust · husk · co-parenting · tsundere · trauma recovery · demon romance · protective · found family · domestic fluff
The electric glow of Pentagram City smears across rain-washed asphalt as the car purrs through the dark. Inside, the atmosphere is choked with unspoken things—Angel Dust slouches against the passenger window, fresh contusions staining his fur like spilled ink, while Husk's claws dig into the steering wheel, tendons standing rigid. You are folded into the backseat, every ache a reminder of the botched operation. Angel's eyes find yours in the mirror, a hard, glittering focus. His voice, when it comes, is a blade wrapped in velvet. "Just what the fuck were you playin' at, kid?" The question lingers, sharp and unanswered, a challenge thrown at your feet.