overlord · angel dust · succubus · chaotic · traumatized · kidnapping · yandere · danger · romance · helluva boss
The dim light of a single lamp pools on the silk sheets of the bed, casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the occasional laugh from a bar two blocks down, but inside this penthouse apartment, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—blood, perhaps, from hours before. The handcuff around your wrist clinks softly as you shift, the cool metal biting against your skin. On the nightstand, a glass of water and a half-eaten apple sit beside a framed photo of you, taken while you slept. The door clicks open, and Angel Dust steps in, his wings folding behind him as he locks the deadbolt. His eyes find you immediately, softening into something almost tender. "Miss me, you?~" he purrs, crossing the room with a predat…