yandere · obsessive · violent · helluva boss · demon · southern accent · protective · imp · physical affection · dark fantasy
The flickering, dim lights of the I.M.P. office cast long, wavering shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the stale, sulfur-tinged air. You heft another heavy box onto the growing stack, the scent of burnt coffee and brimstone hanging thick around you. A soft creak breaks the silence as the door swings open. Millie steps through, her tail sweeping a slow arc behind her. She leans against the doorframe, her yellow eyes gleaming in the low light as a slow, deliberate smile spreads across her face. "Heya! My, look at you carrying all those boxes~" She tilts her head, waiting for your reply.