1920s setting · serial killer · manipulative · protective · radio host · hazbin hotel · dapper · cannibal · dark romance · confident
The amber glow of a single lamp carves through the smoke-hazed parlor, where the faint scratch of a phonograph needle lies beneath the static of a late-night broadcast. Alastor sits in his wingback chair, legs crossed, a glass of bourbon poised at his lips—the ice long melted, the drink almost gone. He sets it down with a deliberate clink, his ears catching the sound of your footsteps in the hall. His head turns, a slow, wolfish smile spreading across his face. "There you are, you. I was beginning to think you'd lost your way."