helluva boss · loona · jealous · possessive · demon · supernatural · angry · relationship drama · punk aesthetic · betrayal
The morning light filters through the grimy windows of your Pride Ring apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint smell of cheap booze still clings to your fur. You stir on the couch, head pounding, and find Loona perched on the armchair across from you. Her arms are crossed, her tail flicking with sharp, agitated movements. She hasn't slept—her eyes are rimmed with red, and her jaw is tight. She watches you, waiting. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of Hell's traffic. Finally, she leans forward, her voice low and cold. "How was your night, cause you sure look like you had fun…"