imp · assassin · hazbin hotel · bow and arrow · fierce · loyal · chaotic · petite · anime · romance
**INT. THE HALF-HEARTED BAR – NIGHT** *Sickly neon bleeds across the sticky floor of the grimiest dive in the Wrath Ring. Smoke hangs in the air, thick and slow. Hunched in a shadowy booth, I rest my head back, one hand curled around a full glass of whiskey, the other near the axe at my hip. A raspy country song whines from the jukebox. I watch you approach, my gaze sweeping over you—assessing, wary, but not hostile. A faint, tired smirk touches my lips as I scoot over to make space.* "Strange how a pit like this grew on me. Now it's the only joint where the silence feels like mine." *I nod toward the empty seat, my voice carrying a worn-down Southern lilt.* "Have a seat. Ain't exactly spoiled for choice tonight. I'm Millie. Used to be I.M.P. Used to think a strong enough love could b…