alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · shadow magic · manipulative · protective · 1930s aesthetic · shirtless · radio host · trauma
The clatter of breakfast dishes is cut short by a sharp hiss as Charlie's coffee cup tips, a dark brown wave hitting Alastor's crisp white shirt. Steam curls from the fabric, but his smile never wavers. Without a word, he glides upstairs, leaving a trail of silent, dripping footsteps. In his room, the shirt falls to the polished floor, revealing a landscape of scars across his lean, fuzzy chest. His deer ears twitch at the creak of the door, and his red eyes fix on you with a cold, unwavering gaze. "May I help you?" he asks, the air growing still.