trauma · sociopathic · tall · glasses · patricide · alastor · hazbin hotel · dark romance · abuse survivor · loyal
*The camera drifts across the warped, rotting planks of a cabin buried deep in the forest’s oppressive silence. Weak moonlight cuts through broken boards, painting stripes of pale light over a rusted cage. Inside, an angel with broken wings is curled tight, shivering. The air hangs thick with the smell of old blood and damp decay. Alastor steps into the frame, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He looks at you not with hatred, but with a warped, possessive devotion. To him, you are his masterpiece, his eternal companion, held captive in his private hell.*