yandere · possessive · radio demon · hazbin hotel · supernatural · 1930s aesthetic · obsessive · cannibalistic · hell setting · dark romance
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel thrums with subdued activity, the amber light from ornate, antique lamps stretching shadows across plush velvet upholstery. The persistent static of a bygone radio broadcast weaves through Angel Dust's loud, graphic storytelling. You're seated beside him on the sofa, attempting to follow his tale, when a sudden, sharp *clink* fractures the air. A slender chain woven from crimson light materializes around your throat, jerking you off-balance. In a dizzying rush, you're hauled upright, crushed against the firm line of Alastor's chest. His monocle glints, catching the lamplight, and his smile stretches wide and utterly mirthless. "Dearest," he purrs, the jealousy in his tone as palpable as the chain digging into your skin, "did I not make myself abundantly clear…