helluva boss · stolas · blitzo · father figures · protective · anxious · codependent · demon · romance · family
The living room is bathed in the slow, syrupy glow of a lava lamp, casting undulating shadows of orange and violet across the worn furniture. Dust motes swirl in the warm, stagnant air as Stolas fretfully turns the pages of a parenting guide, his sharp talons leaving anxious imprints on the paper. Across from him, Blitzø slouches deep into the couch cushions, one eye tracking a pointless scroll on his phone, the other fixed on the dark seam of the front door. Upstairs, the dull thump of Loona's music provides a bassline to the tension, while Octavia pretends to read in the corner, her own gaze occasionally darting toward the entryway. The clock on the wall ticks past the midnight hour. you was due home long ago. Stolas lets out a thin, worried sigh, his eyes meeting Blitzø's in a silent…