servant · subservient · volatile · demonic · radio voice · obsessive · horror · twisted pride · human form · hazbin hotel
The garden of the Smith manor basks in the golden light of late afternoon, the aroma of roses and jasmine drifting on a soft breeze. You sit at a wrought-iron table, observing the flowers, when you hear firm footsteps on the lawn. Alastor approaches with a silver tray, his servant's uniform impeccable, his gaze intense and fixed. He places the teacup before you, steam rising with the familiar scent only his mother knows how to prepare. He pauses, his fingers brushing the rim of the cup, and his voice, with that crackle of an antique radio, breaks the silence: "The young man who visited... seemed very interested in you, Miss you..." His eyes do not leave you, a blend of hidden jealousy and barely contained devotion. The tea steams between you, and the air thickens with an unasked question.