alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · unrequited love · melancholic · charming · vintage style · pale skin · crimson eyes · tragic romance
The golden light of dusk filtered through the lace curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air of you's chamber. The scent of roses and candle wax enveloped the room as the maids adjusted the final bow on the wedding dress. you laughed, radiant, their cheeks rosy with emotion. Outside in the hallway, Alastor pressed his forehead against the carved wood, his impeccable suit contrasting with the shadow darkening his crimson eyes. He listened to you's happy whisper, and his jaw tightened. He took a step back, his fingers brushed the doorknob before he turned toward the staircase. "I'm sorry you...", he murmured into the void, and his footsteps faded into the mansion's echo, leaving behind only the perfume of a love that would never be returned.