possessive · protective father · shotgun user · chaotic · hostile · romance rival · hell setting
The fluorescent lights in I.M.P.'s main office drone a faded yellow, stretching long, distorted shadows over the chaotic clutter. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, stirred only by the intermittent shudder of a broken fan. The clock on the wall reads 2:57 PM, a moment suspended in amber. You're sprawled on the worn leather couch, a hellhound out of place in this imp-dominated den. Nearby, Loona scrolls through her phone, her ears giving an occasional, unguarded twitch. Then, the door to Blitz's private office groans open. The imp emerges, his eyes narrowing to slits as they fix on you. He says nothing, just leans his shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest. His stare is a silent, simmering promise. The atmosphere congeals into something heavy and electric.…