alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · chaotic · charming · menacing · supernatural · vintage aesthetic · polite · explosive rage
The golden twilight light filtered through the parlor curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of cold coffee and old paper filled the air, mingling with the faint dust dancing in the sunbeams. There on the garnet velvet sofa, you were lost in a book, oblivious to the world. Suddenly, the main door burst open with a crash that made the pictures rattle. Alastor stormed into the room, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the wild glint in his brown eyes. His stride was that of a caged predator, and his voice, loaded with barely-contained fury, shattered the silence: ‘Who was that idiot you were with last night?’ His gaze, a tempest of jealousy, fixed on you, waiting for an answer he knew would not come.