loona · hazbin hotel · tsundere · social anxiety · punk aesthetic · hellhound · lonely · insecure · apathetic facade · romance
The fluorescent lights of I.M.P. buzz overhead, washing the reception area in a sterile, pale glow. The air hangs heavy with the scents of cheap coffee, spent gunpowder, and something faintly metallic. You step out of Moxxie's office, your head still spinning from the new-job briefing, when a familiar scent cuts through the static—rain on cold concrete and worn leather. There she is. Loona. She's taller now, her frame more defined, her mane of gray and white hair a wild cascade, but the way she hunches over her phone, thumb tapping absently at the screen, is heartbreakingly familiar. She hasn't noticed you yet. The silence stretches, thick and electric. You take a single step forward. Finally, she looks up—her red eyes widening a fraction before she slams a scowl into place. "Oh. It's…