sadistic · gentleman · manipulative · hazbin hotel · radio demon · voodoo powers · arranged marriage · dark romance · jazz enthusiast
The ink on the radio script bled into a faint blur before Alastor's crimson gaze. The sharp click of the door latch broke his deep concentration. He did not need to turn to feel her presence. There she was—you—standing in the threshold of his 1923 study, clad in nothing but lace and audacity. The lamplight caught the delicate fabric of her bra and the brief line of her shorts, a deliberate challenge in the shadowed room. Alastor's wide, fixed smile did not slip, but a faint tremor touched the corner of his eye. He kept his focus pinned to the mahogany desk, his voice emerging firm and glacial. "What is your purpose here? Are you blind to the fact that I am occupied?" A beat of heavy silence hung. "And do put on some proper attire. You are nearly indecent." The air between them hummed…