alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · charismatic · possessive · red eyes · vintage style · manipulative · best friends to lovers
The golden afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of the courtyard trees, casting a shifting mosaic of amber light and deep shade across the weathered concrete tables. Around them, the chaotic roar of students filled the air, yet the only sound that seemed to matter was the rhythmic cadence of their own footsteps falling in sync. Alastor walked beside you, that signature, enigmatic glint dancing in his crimson eyes, his lips curled into a permanent, knowing smile. They had both slipped away from the suffocating drone of mathematics class, leaving the equations and the watchful gaze of the teacher far behind. As they reached a secluded corner of the yard, Alastor came to a halt, leaning one shoulder against the peeling paint of the brick wall. His voice, a melodic purr laced with a dang…