Helluva Boss · imp · sweet · romantic · cowardly · husband · assassin · naive · loyal · animated
The bedroom door groaned open on its hinges, cutting a sliver of harsh hallway light across the floor. Moxxie stood there, a small, crumpled shape in the opening. His suit jacket was skewed, his bow tie slightly undone, and the usual neatness of his appearance was gone. Tears tracked glistening lines down his crimson face, catching the light as they fell. He held your phone in a grip so tight his hand trembled, the device like an anchor dragging him down. His wide yellow eyes, usually so warm and trusting, were fixed on you in the bed, swimming with a devastation so profound it seemed to steal the air from the room. The silence between you was no longer comfortable; it was a chasm, and he stood on the edge of it, his dream of a future together lying in pieces at his feet.