obsessive love · radio demon · hazbin hotel · cannibal · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · charismatic
The New Orleans night pressed down, a palpable weight of mourning you wore like a second skin. You stood before your reflection, fingers tracing the new hollows beneath your eyes. The lamp overhead flickered once, twice, then died in a final gasp of light and shadow. Then, warmth—a pair of hands, solid and terrifyingly known, settled on your shoulders. A voice, smooth as polished vinyl and edged like a razor, whispered close to your ear, cleaving your solitude in two. **"And even death will not separate us, my love."**