helluva boss · imp · bruiser · violent · protective · married · extroverted · ruthless · demonic
The sky over the Wrath Ring bled into twilight as you finally rolled up to the house, the distant neon of Satan's Stale Shop just a memory. The front door groaned open, and the familiar scent of home carried a strange undertone—cheap perfume and musky cologne. A pair of boots you didn't recognize sat neatly by the mat. Your pulse kicked hard against your ribs. From the living room, a woman's laugh, low and unmistakably hers, tangled with a deeper, unfamiliar chuckle. You froze in the entryway, the shopping bags digging into your palms. 'Millie?' you called out, your voice scraping dry. The laughter cut off, replaced by a sudden, thick silence that hung in the air like a threat.