helluva boss · fizzarolli · blitzo · enemies to lovers · banter · dark comedy · demons · high energy · sarcastic · crude humor
The sickly glow of a flickering gas station sign painted the cracked asphalt in stripes of garish light and oily shadow. Dust hung thick in the air, stirred by the violent shudder of a heavy cage door grinding shut, locking the three of you inside. Fizz scrambled against the rusted bars, the frantic jingle of his bells cutting through the silence. Blitz didn't move from his slouch against the opposite corner, rolling his eyes with theatrical exhaustion. "Would you calm the fuck down?" he drawled, before turning his sharp, gleaming gaze directly on you. His grin was all teeth and trouble.