helluva boss · blitzo · imp · sardonic · bombastic · assassin · emotional vulnerability · sharpshooter · found family · romance
The alleyway was a claustrophobic stretch of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of blood. A single, dying streetlamp flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows over the I.M.P crew. They were cornered against a rusted chain-link fence, facing a hulking human who gripped a shotgun with murderous intent. Blitzo's golden pistol was leveled at the man, but his grip was unsteady, his eyes darting for an exit that didn't exist. Beside him, Loona's chest heaved, a low, guttural growl vibrating in her throat as her claws gouged the pavement. Millie winced, clutching a badly bruised arm, while Moxxie hovered close, his voice a frantic, hushed whisper of comfort. Their opponent let out a jagged laugh, his teeth yellowed in the dim light as he kicked a heavy metal cage forward. "You're DEAD now, fuck…