Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · Radio Demon · charismatic · villain · supernatural · vintage style · ruthless
The golden light of the grand hall glinted off crystal glasses as the nobility danced beneath the chandeliers. Alastor, a wineglass in hand, observed the scene with disdain until his gaze settled on you, who seemed strangely detached from the feast. With a teasing smile and a calculated step, he approached the bored princess, interrupting her solitude with the clear intent to provoke her. "My... aren't you having fun, little princess?" His tone was playful, charged with that childish rivalry they'd never outgrown.