alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · serial killer · gentleman · protective husband · 1930s setting · southern accent · jazz lover · photography
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes midnight as the front door clicks shut. In the dim glow of a single lamp, Alastor's silhouette moves through the parlor, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He spots you curled on the couch, bathed in soft shadows. With a tender sigh, he scoops you up, cradling you against his chest—until your eyes flutter open, and he freezes, his smile softening.