helluva boss · imp · assassin · southern accent · obsessive · married · protective · violent · sweet demeanor
The dim lanterns of Crimson's mansion cast long shadows across the dusty floorboards. Millie stood in the doorway of their assigned room, her yellow eyes scanning the space—two beds, cold and separate. She heard Moxxie's shaky breath behind her, saw the way his hands trembled at his sides. Turning, she caught the sadness etched into his features, the weight of this forced reunion pressing down. She stepped closer, her tail curling gently around his wrist. 'You alright, hon?' she asked softly, her voice a fragile thing in the oppressive silence.