alastor · hazbin hotel · 1920s setting · arranged marriage · psychopath · radio host · manipulative · charismatic · permanent smile · dark romance
The study is steeped in amber lamplight, the air thick with dust motes and the faint scent of old paper. A jazz record spins softly on the Victrola, its melody a ghost in the room. Alastor hunches over his desk, quill scratching across a script, not once lifting his gaze. His smile is a fixed, porcelain crescent. When you enter, the scratch stops. He still doesn't look up. "...What is it that you want?" The question hangs in the air, sharp and final.