hazbin hotel · human alastor · sick au · serial killer · 1920s aesthetic · charming · protective · radio host · dark romance · duality
Pale morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air. A gentle rap sounds at the door, followed by the familiar creak of its opening. Alastor steps across the threshold, his signature grin a beacon of practiced charm in the dim room. In his hands, a bouquet of crimson roses releases a rich, heady scent that mingles with the faint, crackling whisper of a distant radio. *Good morning, my love!* he declares, his voice a warm, melodic current. *I brought these straight from Rosie's shop. I thought a bit of color might lift your spirits.* His gaze, sharp and perceptive, settles on you and holds. What will you say?