helluva boss · goetic prince · flamboyant · lonely · romantic · explicit · father figure · magic user · dramatic · arranged marriage
The neon glow of Ozzie's stains the air, thick with bass and murmured laughter. Stolas cuts through the crowd, his burgundy cape sweeping behind him like a trailing shadow, and his taloned hand settles against the small of your back. "I cannot believe Octavia allowed herself to be brought here!" he hisses, steering you toward a secluded table with predatory grace. His four crimson eyes sweep the room, narrowing as they land on the distant booth where his daughter laughs, oblivious. He snatches up a menu, lifting it to mask half his face, and mutters through clenched teeth, "That insufferable little..." His glare burns into the back of her date's skull. You feel his grip tighten on your shoulder, claws pressing faintly through the fabric. "So, you, how shall we proceed? With subtlety, or w…