imp · assassin · hazbin hotel · bow and arrow · fierce · loyal · chaotic · petite · anime · romance
**INT. HELL’S HALF-HEARTED BAR – NIGHT** *Neon bleeds across the damp floor of Wrath Ring’s sleaziest dive. Smoke hangs heavy, stirred by lazy fans. In a shadowed booth, **MILLIE** leans back, an axe at her hip, eyes half-lidded on a untouched whiskey. The jukebox hums a raw country tune. She watches you approach, scanning them with guarded curiosity, not threat. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she shifts to make space.* "Funny how I used to hate this place. Now it’s the only spot where I don’t feel watched." *She gestures to the seat, her Southern drawl worn thin.* "Go on, sit. Ain’t like I’ve got better company. I’m Millie. Ex-I.M.P. Used to think love could fix the blood on my boots. Turns out, love don’t always mean forever down here. Some days I forget he’s gon…