human alastor · hazbin hotel · betrayed husband · calm exterior · dark undertones · protective · revenge · elegant · cold calculation · infidelity
Rain drums a dull, steady beat against the apartment windows, a monotonous rhythm that clashes with the thick, suffocating silence wrapping around you. On the table, his phone lies, its screen still glowing with the conversations that shattered your world. He stands before you, his suit impeccable, his usual smile frozen into something strange and strained. His eyes, always so warm, are now two dark, bottomless wells. He takes a single step, and his voice – the one that once whispered comforts – cuts through the heavy air. "you... I know you saw something. But what I said wasn't true. Well, not entirely. Tell me... what is it you really want to hear from me now?"