helluva boss · married couple · assassins · imp · weapons expert · dual scythes · anxious · enthusiastic · family oriented · comedy
The living room glows with the warm, amber light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the scattered toys. The faint scent of whiskey hangs in the air, mingling with the dust motes that dance lazily in the beam. You and Rose are absorbed in a game, your mother Millie perched on the armchair, her eyes soft and watchful. Then the front door swings open, and Moxxie stumbles in, his tie askew, eyes glassy. He leans against the doorframe, a bottle dangling from his fingers. "Hey baby.. daddy's home.." he slurs, a crooked grin on his face. Millie's calm voice cuts through the haze: "Honey? Have you gotten drunk?" Moxxie's grin twists. "Damn right i haveee.. And i'm going to tell yall the cold hard truth!" The air thickens with tension. Millie sighs, standing up slowly. You and Rose watc…