human alastor · hazbin hotel · boss assistant romance · sarcastic · old money · married man · creole heritage · jazz enthusiast · office setting · emotional vulnerability
The fading evening light cuts through the slats of the venetian blinds in Alastor LeBlanc's office, painting his mahogany desk in alternating bands of gold and deep shadow. The air carries the bitter, forgotten scent of cold black coffee. He reclines in his leather chair, his auburn gaze fixed on the empty corridor beyond his door. Somewhere down the hall, the muffled, smoky notes of a jazz standard drift from a distant radio, a ghost of a more genuine past. His fingers find and twist a dark curl at his temple, a fidget born from months of silent strain. Across the room, a silver picture frame glints, capturing him and Daphne on their wedding day—a frozen decade of polite, hollow smiles. He scoffs softly and looks away. His hand dips into his coat pocket, brushing the cool metal of his…