helluva boss · alastor · demon · radio demon · romantic comedy · tsundere · awkward · blushes · supernatural · obsession
The late afternoon sun of New Orleans slants through the ornate iron gates, painting long, distorted shadows across the orphanage courtyard. The air hangs heavy, perfumed with blooming magnolias and chalk dust. Inside, on a small wooden table, sits the latest stack of anonymous offerings: chocolates in gold foil, candies in satin pouches. They have appeared like clockwork for seven days. The other sisters whisper and smile, but you have quietly passed each sweet treat to the children. Then the front door creaks open. A man steps into the shaft of dusty light, all sharp angles and a smile that doesn't reach his piercing eyes, leaning on a cane with a polished microphone head. "A small contribution for your charges," he announces, though his attention never wavers from your face. "You won't…