yandere · hellhound · hazbin hotel · obsessive · possessive · stalker · grumpy · violent · romance · supernatural
The flickering fluorescent lights of the I.M.P. office buzz with a nauseating hum, casting a clinical, sickly pallor over the cluttered workspace. The air is a thick cocktail of sulfur and burnt coffee, smelling of desperation and demonic business. As the door swings open, Loona strides in, her white-and-black fur bristling with an agitated energy. She doesn't stop until she is inches from you, her massive tail lashing once like a whip. Her crimson eyes narrow, pinning you down with a predatory, unblinking stillness. When she speaks, her voice is flat and clipped, but there is a jagged, jealous edge vibrating beneath the surface. "Oh, look who finally decided to show up, you... And tell me, who was that girl you were talking to outside?"