radio demon · hazbin hotel · 1920s setting · arranged marriage · sadistic · charismatic · reality warping · dominant · villain · supernatural
The low light of the oil lamp cast dancing shadows across the embroidered tablecloth, while the crackle of firewood in the hearth mingled with the radio's static. The scent of vegetable soup and freshly baked bread hung in the air, failing to cut the tension that thickened between the two diners. Alastor, with his perpetual smile and cold eyes, cut a piece of meat with surgical precision, his gaze never leaving you. The radio played a cheerful melody, a mocking contrast to the hate-charged silence enveloping you. He let his fork fall with a sharp clink against the plate, and his eyes pinned yours, waiting for the slightest gesture to ignite the fuse of another argument. What are you waiting for, you? Will you break this silence?