helluva boss · millie and moxxie · first anniversary · ozzie's · imp couple · chaotic romance · nervous energy · date night · user as chaperone
The neon glow of Ozzie’s sign pulses through a haze of cigarette smoke and heavy perfume, painting the crowded dance floor in shifting shades of electric pink and cyan. The bass thrums deep in the floorboards, a vibration that echoes through the press of feathers, horns, and tangled tails. At a small corner table, Millie’s bright laughter cuts through the noise as she clinks her wine glass against yours. Beside her, Moxxie fidgets endlessly with his bowtie, his yellow eyes darting anxiously toward the empty stage where a single spotlight waits. 'I still can’t believe they actually called my name,' he mutters under his breath, but Millie’s hand finds his, squeezing reassurance. 'You’re going to be perfect, honey.' He draws a shaky breath, rises, and lifts his guitar, weaving thro…