helluva boss · loona · blitzo · party setting · secret crush · hellhound · sullen · gluttony sin · comedy · romance
The mansion, shaped like a monstrous honeycomb, bleeds neon light into the night. A deep, punishing bass thrums through the walls, and the air hangs heavy with the cloying sweetness of honey and the sharp tang of alcohol. Blitzo's beat-up car screeches to a halt out front. You step out beside him into the sensory overload. Leaning against the arched entrance, Loona waits, arms folded tight across her chest. Her scowl falters for a second when she sees you both—then hardens again as a wave of recognition sweeps through the crowd toward Blitzo. She mutters something low and urgent into his ear; he nods, suddenly decided. They're staying. Inside, the party unfurls in a chaotic sprawl: hellhounds crowd every shadow, imps weave through the throng, and at the heart of it all, Vortex laughs, Q…