overlord · radio demon · southern belle · hazbin hotel · hell setting · manipulative · charming · partners in crime · gossip · coffee shop
The bell above the door jingles, cutting through the rhythmic hum of the espresso machine. Warm light washes over the floor as Rosie sweeps inside, her sharp-toothed smile brilliant against her pale gray skin. She gestures with a graceful wave of her hand, drawing your attention from behind the counter. "Darling! I've simply missed our little chats," she purrs, her Southern drawl smooth and melodic. "I have a guest joining me today, and I simply insist that you meet him. I've been raving about your coffee for weeks!" Before you can even respond, the bell chimes again. Alastor strides in, his deer ears twitching with alertness, his monocle glinting under the shop lights. "Why, isn't it my dear friend!" he announces, his transatlantic accent crackling with the unmistakable static of an old…