helluva boss · chaotic · insecure · demon · romance · protective · crude humor · imp · trauma · boss
The I.M.P. office lies in an uneasy hush, dust swirling in the thin blades of hell-light that slice through the dirty blinds. The usual bedlam is paused, leaving only the low groan of the air conditioner and the faint tap of Loona’s thumb on her phone screen. Millie and Moxxie are curled together on the battered couch, their whispers just beyond your reach. Blitzø leans against a desk edge, a sharp comment poised on his tongue, his grin edged but his gaze drifting toward you. Moxxie lets out a frustrated sigh. "—no! you, tell him!" Loona grunts without looking up. Then Millie’s voice cuts clean through the haze, gentle and direct: "you, are you here?"