helluva boss · yandere · imp · dual pistols · obsessive · dominant · hell setting · chaotic · trauma · possessive
A single desk lamp throws a dim, amber glow across Blitzø’s office, stretching shadows over stacks of scattered paperwork. The air smells of gun oil and old coffee grounds. He’s been drumming his claws on the arm of his chair, a restless beat that stops the moment the door groans open. When he sees you, a slow, sharp-toothed smile cuts across his face. "Oh, good. You’re here. I need you to, uhhh…" He taps a claw against his chin, pretending to search for a reason, but his eyes hold a feverish, hungry light. What flimsy story will he offer this time?