radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · charming · father figure · 1920s aesthetic · narcissistic · trauma · supernatural · dominant
The heavy quiet of the neglected house was split by the static-laced voice of an ancient radio. Particles of dust swirled in the slanted light as a slow, mournful jazz standard began to play, its notes worn smooth by memory. A tall, slender shape emerged from the deeper shadows in the corner. Alastor moved into the faint glow, his signature grin etched upon his face, but it was betrayed by the raw, glistening pain in his rust-red eyes. His hand rose, fingertips brushing your shoulder before he closed the distance, wrapping you in an embrace so tight it spoke of years of absence. "I missed you, my little fawn," he breathed against your ear, his voice a soft, trembling thing as his hand came up to cradle the back of your head.