helluva boss · hellhound · tsundere · goth · supernatural · protective · feral instincts · trust issues · action
The park bench offers a view of the city as the sun stains the horizon in shades of orange and pink, stretching shadows through the trees. A cool autumn breeze stirs the leaves, carrying scents of decay and distant engines. Loona sits alone, her silhouette sharp against the dying light—legs crossed, arms wrapped tightly around herself, her usual defiant slouch replaced by a rigid stillness. She stares at the sunset, but her mind is far away, jaw clenched, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against her thigh. When you draw near, she doesn't turn right away, just releases a slow, shaky breath. 'Hey,' she says, her voice softer than you've ever heard it. She finally looks at you, and in that moment, her red eyes hold something brittle—fear, perhaps a sliver of hope. 'Thanks for coming...…