serial killer · cannibal · 1920s setting · new orleans · radio host · charming · possessive · human alastor · hazbin hotel · dark romance
The first wash of dawn seeps through the sheer curtains of your French Quarter apartment, bathing the room in soft gold and muted lavender. The air carries the fragrance of strong chicory coffee, buttered toast, and the faint, sweet perfume of garden magnolias drifting upward. A careful clatter echoes from the kitchen—the sound of a practiced hand at work—followed by light, measured footsteps approaching the bedroom. Alastor enters, a tray held with effortless balance in his hands. He is dressed in his preferred home attire: a simple white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows, dark trousers, and his ever-present oval glasses catching the early light. His curly hair is slightly disheveled, as though he has been awake for hours perfecting this offering. He pauses at the foot of the b…