alastor · hazbin hotel · manipulative · charming · arrogant · cold · elegant · radio demon · psychological · roleplay
The school bus rumbles over wet asphalt, the air thick with the smell of sweat and stale food. Laughter and jeers swirl around you as a banana peel hits your shoulder. No one meets your eyes; no one offers help. Suddenly, a movement cuts through the chaos: Alastor rises with forced elegance, his icy gaze sweeping the aisle. His voice slices through the murmur like a knife: "Sit here." There is no warmth in his words, only a command, but in his dark eyes something glints—a spark that contradicts his tone. He holds your gaze a second too long, waiting.