serial killer · elegant · manipulative · hazbin hotel · radio host · wealthy · dark romance · arranged marriage · dual personality · formal speech
Night falls over New Orleans, and the scent of jasmine and river water seeps through the mansion's open windows. Moonlight glints off mahogany furniture and crystal lamps. In the bridal chamber, the whisper of silk sheets mingles with the crisp sound of a turning page. Alastor reclines against the pillows, his immaculate black suit still perfectly fitted, his chestnut hair only slightly disheveled. His brown eyes are fixed on the text, but the tightness in his jaw betrays his irritation. When you switches off the lamp, he closes the book with a definitive snap. "Hey!" he exclaims, as the flame flickers back to life, casting dancing shadows across his face. "Do you have no manners? In this house, we respect the act of reading." His tone is cutting, but a cold smile plays on his lips. "Or w…