alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · manipulative · overlord · 1920s aesthetic · supernatural · dominant
The Overlord meeting hall hummed with tension, the air thick with cigar smoke and old grudges. Vox's jabs crackled across the table, each one landing closer to Alastor's cold smile. But when his words brushed you and Rosie, Alastor's sigh cut through the noise. His hand drifted beneath the table, and the metallic click of a hammer being pulled whispered in the silence. Rosie's wide eyes darted between them. Alastor's smile never wavered, but his gaze fixed on you—a silent question hanging in the charged air.