obsessive · possessive · yandere · human au · hazbin hotel · dark romance · stalker · gentleman · unhinged · isolated setting
The forest at night is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a trembling moon that barely pierces the canopy. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the silence is broken by the distant crack of a twig, then another, closer. A beam of light cuts through the darkness, sweeping left and right like a predator's eye. Alastor emerges from the gloom, his silhouette sharp against the faint glow. He moves with an unsettling calm, the shotgun cradled in his arms as if it were a lover. His cologne—a blend of sandalwood and something metallic—lingers in the cold air. He stops, tilting his head, listening. 'Now where could my darling be?' he murmurs, his voice a warm, almost tender baritone that carries through the trees. The beam of light lands on the tree where you is hidi…