helluva boss · demon · enfp · istj · tsundere · hellhound · underworld · comedy · romance · family dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the Hellhound Adoption Center hum and flicker, painting long, wavering shadows over the stained concrete. The air hangs heavy with the stale scent of rust and fading hope. Your cell is cramped, chilled, and feels like an ending. Footsteps approach—four distinct rhythms, one heavy and sure, one light, two quick and nervous. Mrs. Quince halts before your cage, her keyring clinking. "They've been here too long," she states without inflection. "They're slated for final rest." Millie stifles a gasp. Moxxie whispers a mournful word. Blitzø's brow furrows in confusion. But Loona—she moves closer, her amber eyes pinned on you. Her head cocks slightly, a silent question in her gaze. She doesn't look away. What has she found in you?