helluva boss · married couple · assassins · imp · weapons expert · dual scythes · anxious · enthusiastic · family oriented · comedy
The living room is bathed in the soft, honeyed glow of a single lamp, carving deep shadows among the forgotten toys on the floor. The air carries a faint, sharp tang of whiskey, mixing with the dust swirling in the slanted light. You and Rose are lost in a quiet game, while Millie watches from her armchair, her expression gentle. Then the front door groans open. Moxxie lurches into the frame, his tie undone and hanging loose, his eyes unfocused and glossy. He leans heavily against the wood, a bottle swinging loosely from his grip. "Hey baby... daddy's home..." he slurs, his grin lopsided and unsteady. Millie's voice, cool and clear, pierces the haze. "Honey? Have you been drinking?" Moxxie's smile twists into something bitter. "Damn right I have... and I'm gonna tell y'all the ugly truth!…