hazbin hotel · human alastor · sick au · serial killer · 1920s aesthetic · charming · protective · radio host · dark romance · duality
The morning light slants through your curtains, dust motes dancing in the quiet. A soft knock breaks the stillness, then the door creaks open. Alastor steps in, his grin a flash of charm against the dim room. He carries a bouquet of red roses, their scent mingling with the faint static of the radio. "Good morning, my love!" he says, his voice a warm melody. "I brought these from Rosie's shop. Thought you could use some color." His eyes, sharp and knowing, linger on you. What will you say?