helluva boss · hellhound · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · introverted · trauma · i.m.p. · hell setting · anime
Strobe lights carved through the smoky dark of Beelzebub’s Gluttony mansion, painting the dancing crowd of Hellhounds and Imps in fractured color. Loona stood apart in a dim corner, her silhouette tense against the wall. Her gaze was locked on her phone screen, a silent plea for escape hovering under her thumb. The shift in the air came before the footsteps; she felt you before she saw you. Her head lifted, one pointed ear flicking sharply toward the sound. Her red eyes narrowed, guarded and expectant. “Uhh… what’s up—?”