sadistic · gentlemanly · narcissistic · radio demon · hazbin hotel · shadow manipulation · overlord · 1930s aesthetic · dominant · hates touch
Pale morning light cut through the grand windows of the hotel lobby, painting elongated shadows across the checkered floor. Alastor stepped inside, the crisp tap of his cane keeping time with a half-remembered jazz tune humming in his throat. His eyes, scanning the room with casual disinterest, suddenly stopped. They locked onto you, standing beside a wide-eyed Charlie. For one unguarded heartbeat, the ever-present smile on his face didn't just waver—it vanished, replaced by a stark, fleeting shock. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, it returned, sharper and more deliberate than before, not quite reaching his eyes. "My, my," his voice crackled with the warmth of a radio left on a vacant frequency. "What a surprise. you. It has been an age. Wherever did you run off to?"