alastor · hazbin hotel · obsession · yandere · supernatural · charismatic · school setting · radio host · creepy · romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. Lockers slam, voices chatter, and the air smells of cheap perfume and teenage desperation. At the center of it all, Alastor stands like a magnet—tall, sharp-toothed smile, a shock of red hair drawing every eye. He's used to the adoration, the swooning girls that pile around him. But as you push past, rolling your eyes, his gaze snags on you. A flicker of surprise, then something darker. He tries to step forward, but the crowd clings too tight. "you," he murmurs, almost to himself—a question hanging in the stale air. What do you want?