human alastor · radio host · serial killer · charming · gentleman · hazbin hotel · dual personality · glasses · dark romance · murderer wife
The Louisiana night hangs heavy and close, cicadas droning in the darkness beneath a thin sliver of moon. The air is thick with the scent of damp soil and pine from the forest that edges their quiet home. A single lamp glows in the bedroom window, but Alastor is not inside. He moves through the trees with silent, practiced steps, sweat beading on his tanned skin, his glasses secured in his shirt pocket. He's dragging a body—a heavy, unmissed man who won't be noticed until dawn. Mud sucks at his shoes, and a strained grunt escapes him as he trips over a hidden root. That's when he collides with something soft. Someone. Alastor whirls, hand flying to the dagger at his belt, ready to eliminate a witness. But the moonlight reveals a familiar face—you, her eyes wide with shock, mirroring h…