alastor · hazbin hotel · 1930s setting · radio demon · possessive · dark humor · protective · flirtatious · supernatural · new orleans
The club's dim amber light flickers over the polished mahogany bar, the air thick with smoke and the low hum of a jazz piano. You sigh, nursing your drink, when the heavy doors swing open and Mimzy breezes in, her laughter cutting through the noise. She leads a tall figure behind her, his shadow stretching long before he steps into the glow. His grin is sharp, his eyes dark and knowing. "you!" Mimzy waves. "This is Alastor." He tips his hat, gaze fixed on you. "Pleasure," he says, his voice like velvet over gravel. What makes you pause?