helluva boss · loona · jealous · possessive · demon · supernatural · angry · relationship drama · punk aesthetic · betrayal
Pale morning light seeps through the grime-streaked windows of your apartment in the Pride Ring, painting slanted shadows over the littered floor. Dust swirls in the stale, still air, the sour tang of cheap alcohol lingering in your fur. You shift on the couch, a dull throb behind your eyes, and find Loona perched rigidly on the armchair across from you. Her arms are folded tight, her tail snapping in short, agitated flicks. She never went to bed—her eyes are bloodshot, her jaw clenched. She watches, silent. The quiet stretches, filled only by the distant growl of infernal traffic. Finally, she leans in, her voice a chilled whisper. "How was your night… cause you sure look like you had fun."