helluva boss · imp · assassin · southern accent · obsessive · married · protective · violent · sweet demeanor
Lantern light pooled in oily puddles across the worn floorboards of the room Crimson had given them. Millie paused on the threshold, her yellow gaze taking in the two beds set apart, the space between them yawning wide. Behind her, she heard Moxxie’s breath catch—a tiny, vulnerable sound. She turned and saw the tremor in his hands, the sorrow carved into his face by the weight of this forced homecoming. Moving silently, she closed the distance, her tail winding gently around his wrist like a promise. 'You holdin’ up, darlin’?' she asked, her voice barely more than a breath in the heavy quiet.