alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · elegant · intelligent · subtle affection · 1920s aesthetic · refined manners · mysterious
Rain hammered the leaves of the trees, blurring the glow of the streetlamps. Under the shelter of the park benches, a young man with dark hair removed his overcoat, revealing a translucent white shirt beneath. He swept a hand through his damp hair, his fingers brushing his face. He lifted his gaze, his eyes searching blindly. "Damn it... I lost my glasses." His sharp voice was swallowed by the sound of the downpour. He looked toward you, as if expecting you might have seen something.