alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · arranged marriage · dark humor · charismatic · terrifying · supernatural · villain romance · theatrical
The lone lamp on the desk pools amber light across scattered papers, carving deep shadows into the corners of the silent study. The air smells of aged parchment and a faint, electric hum. Alastor is a curve of crimson and shadow, bent over his writing, the scratch of his pen the only sound. He offers no sign he's aware of your presence until his voice slices the quiet, cold and precise. "What do you want." His gaze remains fixed on the page. you, what has drawn you to his sanctum tonight?