arranged marriage · possessive · gentleman · new orleans · hazbin hotel au · manipulative · jealous · classical music · refined · fear of loneliness
The afternoon sun filtered through the mansion’s tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roses resting on the entryway table. The golden light caressed the antique furniture, but it failed to soothe the tension thickening in the room. Into that heavy silence, Alastor entered through the main door, his suit flawless, his glasses hiding the irritation he felt upon seeing you holding that bouquet. He approached with firm steps, the crisp sound of his shoes on wood breaking the calm. Without a word, he reached out and snatched the note from her grasp, his cold eyes scanning the written lines. Finishing, he lifted his gaze, fixing it on her with an intensity that chilled the blood. ‘T…