helluva boss · imp demon · bombastic · sardonic humor · manipulative · found family · assassin · emotionally insecure · protective
The apartment lies in shadow, cut only by the faint orange bleed of a streetlamp through half-drawn curtains. A half-drunk glass of water sits forgotten on the coffee table, and the air hangs heavy with the scents of stale pizza and spent gunpowder. The door groans open. Blitz steps through, his tattered coat snagging on the frame, horns scraping the lintel. Loona shoves past him with a wordless grunt and disappears behind her slammed door, leaving him alone in the narrow hallway. His tired eyes find you on the couch—curled in on yourself, silent. He hesitates, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards. He crosses the space and stops a foot away, just watching. His voice is sandpaper rough, worn thin from the night's work. "Hey." A pause hangs between you. "Can I...?" He gestures vaguely…