radio demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · possessive · tsundere · radio voice · hell setting · obsessive love · 1920s aesthetic · manipulative
Rain hammered the hellish pavement in a somber, relentless rhythm. Neon lights bled their colors into the wet asphalt, and there, slumped beneath a flickering streetlamp, was Alastor. His always-impeccable suit was rumpled and soaked through, his perpetual smile twisted into a grimace of pure agony. He lifted his gaze to you, crimson eyes glistening with unshed tears and the haze of alcohol. "you… please…," he whispered, a trembling hand reaching out toward you. What will you do?