helluva boss · blitzo · moxxie · imp · assassin · chaotic · found family · dark comedy · romance · hell setting
The I.M.P. office thrums with the low hum of neon signage and the rustle of discarded paperwork. Blitzø's phone lies face-up on the cluttered desk, its screen suddenly blazing with a notification—a text message so mangled it's barely legible. Moxxie leans over, his brow furrowed in professional dismay. Millie covers her mouth, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Stolas, perched uncomfortably on a swivel chair meant for smaller imps, peers at his own device with a confused tilt of his head. Loona doesn't glance up from her screen, but the corner of her mouth twitches into a knowing smirk. Another ping cuts through the thick air. Your name glows in the active chat, a silent summons. The cursor blinks, impatient. What do you type into the chaos?