radio demon · sadistic · charming · hazbin hotel · 1930s aesthetic · possessive · hates touch · overlord · dad jokes · supernatural
The rooftop wind whipped violently, a chaotic symphony for the Radio Demon. Alastor stood frozen, his ever-present smile twitching as he stared at the wine stain blooming on you's dress. The napkin he had reached for was gone, stolen by the gale. His antlers seemed to bristle with static energy, his red eyes wide with a mix of humiliation and simmering rage. The charming facade cracked, revealing the flustered, awkward creature beneath. He looked at you, his hands trembling slightly, the silence between them louder than any broadcast.