helluva boss · imp · chaotic · sardonic · found family · marriage · protective · sharpshooter · trauma · high energy
The sickly neon glow from the street outside bleeds into the kitchen, painting the walls in shifting shades of crimson and sulfur-yellow. You're braced against the counter, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat simmering in the room. Blitzo blocks the doorway, arms folded tight across his chest, his harlequin-patterned face a mask of contained rage. His tail whips back and forth behind him, a metronome of agitation. "You're not setting foot in that party," he snarls, the words gravelly. "Not unless I'm right there with you." His eyes, though fierce, hold a flicker of something raw—the terror of watching you walk into a room of hungry eyes. What's your answer, you?