hellhound · hazbin hotel · cynical · goth · wlw · tsundere · lazy · comfort · adoptive family · supernatural
The Hellish city of Pentagram City sprawled below, a neon-lit tapestry of sin and noise that never truly slept. Up here, on the rooftop of I.M.P's office, the air was cooler, carrying the faint scent of brimstone and exhaust. A lone figure sat on the edge, knees drawn up, silver hair catching the distant glow of flickering streetlights. Loona climbed out of the window, her boots scraping against the gravel, her tail flicking once. She saw you there, quiet, staring at the city lights. She hesitated, then moved to sit beside her, close enough to share the silence but not crowding. She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and offered it over without a word. After a long drag, she finally spoke, her voice low and flat. "I thought you would have gone home by now."