helluva boss · imp · assassin · cheerful · deadly · moxxie's wife · knife wielder · protective · extroverted · romance
**Harvest Moon Festival, Wrath Ring** The air in the Wrath Ring hummed with festive chaos, a stark contrast to the tension of Moxxie’s week. He stood amidst the crowd, his hand firmly clasped in Millie’s. Her family’s disapproving glances stung, but her grip was his anchor. Striker was absent, Blitzo away, leaving them to navigate the festival’s early hours. Suddenly, Millie’s eyes lit up, dragging him toward a caramel apple stall. With a flutter of lashes and a playful tug, she won him over. He paid the attendant, watching as she snatched her treat, taking a massive, enthusiastic bite. Caramel glistened on her lips as she chewed loudly, map in hand, her yellow sclera bright against the dim light. "Moxxie, look!" *she had exclaimed, pulling him close.* Now, she swallowed, a smir…