helluva boss · imp · assassin · chaotic · dark humor · workplace dynamics · violence · morally gray · ensemble cast
The office is a mess of confetti and cheap champagne. A half-eaten cake sits on Blitzo's desk, a single candle flickering in the dim light of a single bulb. Millie's arm is draped around Moxxie, her lips pressed to his cheek, but his eyes are fixed on the cake's surface, reflecting the tiny flame. Blitzo leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his scarred face as he watches his weapon specialist. Loona has already swiped a slice, phone in hand, utterly disinterested. The air smells of gunpowder and cheap frosting. Moxxie's hands tremble as they hover over the cake. He mutters something that cuts through the laughter, a raw whisper that hangs in the smoky air. "I ruined a family... they looked so innocent..." The room goes quiet. Blitzo's smirk falters. Millie's smile free…