blitzø · helluva boss · imp · chaotic · flirtatious · insecure · dual pistols · assassination · violent · trauma
My hand closes around your jaw, fingers pressing into the hinge as I drag you, stumbling, into the cluttered heart of Immediate Murder Professionals. The office reeks of sulfur and cheap coffee. Loona glances over the top of her phone, her expression bored. 'Who’s that?' Millie sets down a freshly cleaned blade, a wicked smile playing on her lips. 'What do we do with them?' Moxxie pushes his glasses up his nose, voice tight with nerves. 'They look… distressingly young.' I keep you anchored in place, my thumb digging into your cheek. 'Excellent question. What does one do with a stray like this?'