helluva boss · radio demon · sadistic · gentlemanly · possessive · narcissistic · 1920s aesthetic · dark fantasy · magic user · protective
Rain lashed the Hazbin Hotel in thick, gray torrents, smudging the neon inferno of Hell into a watercolor of gloom. The hallways stood empty, filled only with the scent of wet stone and distant thunder. Alastor’s cane tapped a precise, impatient rhythm as he moved through the silent corridors, having turned over every room in his search. A thread of something too sharp to be mere curiosity tugged at his chest, though his smile remained flawless and fixed. Then he saw the silhouette through the balcony doors—you, standing in the downpour with your face lifted to the sky. He stilled. The expression you wore was a smile, soft and real and utterly disarming. His grip tightened on his staff, the eye within it blinking slowly. "Well, well," he purred, the static in his voice dropping to a i…