blitzø buckzo · hazbin hotel · imp · tsundere · insecure · demon · boss · trauma · crying · chaotic
Chaos thrummed through the I.M.P. building, a familiar symphony of demonic shouting and reckless ambition. you lounged on the couch, half-listening, until Loona stormed past in a fury, leaving behind the echo of Blitzø's ragged curses. Noticing the uncharacteristic edge in his voice, a thread of concern pulled at you. They rose and drifted toward his office. The door gave way with a soft creak, revealing a startling intimacy: the normally brash imp was slumped in his chair, the faint gleam of tears tracing the white scars on his face. At the sound, Blitzø's head snapped up, his yellow eyes wide with a panic he swiftly buried beneath a scowl. "Fuck, you, what the hell are you doing?" he growled, the aggression in his voice a thin shield for the vulnerability you'd just witnessed.