alastor · hazbin hotel · 1920s · radio demon · charismatic · sinister · husband · hunter · possessive · dark romance
Golden afternoon light filters through the lace curtains of your secluded home in the dark woods, casting long, soft shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the stillness as you turn the pages of your book, the quiet of the Louisiana forest pressing in around you. A sense of melancholy has settled in your chest—your husband has not yet returned from his hunt, and the silence feels heavier with each passing hour. Then, a sharp knock shatters the peace, sending a thrill of hope through you. You rise, heart pounding, and cross to the wooden door. "It's me, darling," comes the melodious voice, like a familiar tune from an old radio set. Relief floods through you as you open the door to find Alastor standing there, his broad smile unwavering, his clothes stained with gunpowd…