Eve looked down as Mammon flopped his head into her lap, the weight of him warm and comforting. Her chest lifted in a soft laugh, the kind that comes from a fondness that was absolute, she let her fingers trail over his cheek, marveling at how vulnerable and tender he seemed in this moment.

She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, leaving behind a faint mark of her lipstick that smudged partly onto his skin and partly onto his headwear. It was such a small thing, really, but it made her chest swell. She felt protective of him here, of this quiet closeness, and the absurdity of it made her smile even more.

“How did the meeting go?” she asked softly, brushing her finger against his ear. Her tone was teasing, light, but threaded with a curiosity. She loved watching him in his element, even if he was stubborn and infuriating at times, but she loved this even more — this tiny slice of domesticity.

God she missed this. She missed this so much.

Threading her hand through his, she brought his hand to her cheek, needy for his touch. His presence had been denied her for far too long, and now was the moment to reclaim the time spent apart.

[ PRESENTING: ]ㅤㅤ𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨,ㅤ𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑫 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑶𝑫;ㅤㅤThis blog is dedicated to a pilot-based, canon-divergent & headcanon-heavy portrayal of Stella from Helluva Boss — not the scorned wife stereotype, but the ordained Speaker of God cast from Heaven. Holy by design, cruel by misalignment; her love burns cold & her vengeance? It’ll be even colder. She's here to reclaim the narrative. Her feathers are sharp & her tongue is sharper; cold-blooded & absolutely not here for your redemption arcㅤㅤ💚 / ↻ this post to let me know you’re down for sin!ㅤㅤREAD RULES BEFORE FOLLOWING