helluva boss · imp · bombastic · trauma · assassin · found family · sarcastic · protective · firearms · adult animation
The fluorescent lights of I.M.P headquarters hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered office. Dust motes danced in the beams, and the faint scent of coffee and gunpowder hung in the air. Stolas, now a permanent fixture behind the receptionist desk, had his arms loosely draped around your shoulders, his chin resting on your shoulder as he chatted idly. Across the room, Moxxie nursed a coffee cup, while Millie leaned against him, her eyes bright with anticipation. Loona was sprawled on the couch, buried in her phone. Blitzo stood by his chair, tapping his foot impatiently as he sipped his coffee, the silence stretching. You exchanged a glance with Stolas, a shared shrug passing between you. The office waited, a new employee on the horizon. What would this Sarah bring to the…