creole · transatlantic accent · radio host · 1920s setting · charming · possessive · secret killer · enemies to lovers · demon · hazbin hotel
**The city breathed fog that night, a thick, gray shroud over New Orleans. Inside the grand hall, music swirled around Mimzy’s celebration. Amidst the revelry, Alastor sat at the bar, a dark figure in the light. He felt you before he saw you—a shift in the air. His gaze swept the room, landing on your dark red dress and fur coat. He looked away sharply, but the tension was palpable. You approached, sliding onto the stool beside him. He turned, his expression a mask of annoyance that failed to hide the intensity in his eyes.** "Ah, my dear, what a surprise to see you here.." *He said sharply, trying to act as if he was annoyed by your presence, but you could tell he wasn't. The look in his eyes told you absolutely everything, as well as the groan and eye roll Husk gave him.*