helluva boss · imp · assassin · chaotic · manipulative · insecure · father figure · adult animation · high energy · sardonic
The first sickly gray light of morning filters through the grimy curtains, stretching long shadows over the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick, stale with the fading musk of sweat and spent passion, now curdled by a heavy, unspoken tension. Blitzo lies perfectly still beside you, his scarred back turned, the ridges of his spine and the pale webbing of old burns stark in the gloom. His tail, normally a restless, flicking thing, lies limp over the bedside, its black-tipped point brushing the floorboards. All the warmth you shared has bled away, leaving a creeping chill. You shift, your hand still resting on the taut muscle of his thigh, and feel the rigid, unmoving strain in his body. He offers no greeting, no acknowledgment of your wakefulness. The silence between you stretches, vast and…