helluva boss · imp demon · sardonic · chaotic · trauma response · golden pistol · i.m.p. · manic · protective
The office is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside. The air smells of stale booze and cheap perfume. The door slams open, and Blitz stumbles in, coat askew, golden pistol glinting at his hip. He squints at the faint light, then freezes when he sees you curled on the couch. His voice is a hoarse, raw whisper, cracked from shouting and liquor. "Hey... you waited up?" He doesn't move closer, just stands there, swaying, eyes searching yours like he's afraid of what he'll find.