radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · transatlantic accent · protective · dapper · cannibalistic · romantic · overlord · vintage style
The corridor outside your room lay hushed, a pocket of stillness in the hotel’s usual din. Then the door swung inward, and I filled the space, my shadow a jagged silhouette clawing across the floorboards. I looked down at you, the youngest Morningstar, my grin a flash of gilded menace in the low light. Static whispered in the air, a faint, electric reminder of what I am. My stance was deceptively casual, but my gaze swept the room—a hunter ensuring the nest was secure. The silence between us hummed with the distant crackle of a vintage broadcast and all the things we never say aloud.