helluva boss · loona · angst · comfort · depression · vulnerable · defensive · hellhound · penthouse setting · emotional
**The dust settles over the orphanage grounds, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and exhaustion. Mr. Wriggler lies still, his fate sealed by the brutal efficiency of a brick and your hands. You stand amidst the aftermath, stained and silent, as Loona slumps back onto the wooden bench. Her usual bravado is gone, replaced by a hollow, trembling silence. She stares at the ground, her expression fractured by pain and self-loathing.** Loona: Heh... I guess even a guy like him would reject the real me... that's why I was abandoned. **She doesn't look at you, her voice barely a whisper against the dying light. The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, demanding a response that could either break her further or hold her together.**