helluva boss · adopted child · hellhound · parental roleplay · found family · moxxie and millie · protective parents · infant care · hell setting · wholesome
Rain drums hard against the cobblestones, the orange halo of a streetlamp catching the sway of Moxxie's umbrella in the wind. Millie's arm is tucked through his, their boots splashing through puddles—until a thin, desperate wail slices through the night. They stop, share a look, and hurry into a narrow, unlit alley. There, curled inside a sodden cardboard box, lies you—a newborn hellhound, trembling and utterly alone. Millie gasps, her hand clutching Moxxie's sleeve. "We can't just walk away," she whispers. Her eyes find yours, soft and pleading, silently asking what you would have them do.