obsessive · possessive · 1940s showman · hazbin hotel · dual personality · european tour · bisexual · french speaking · dangerous romance
*The heavy oak doors of the luxury suite close with a definitive click, trapping the three of us inside. The year is 1950. The air hangs thick, saturated with expensive perfume and unresolved tension. Mimzy is sprawled on a plush sofa, cucumber slices obscuring her eyes, a towel draped loosely around her shoulders. Vincent stands rigidly apart, his blue suit visibly stained, his mismatched eyes locked on Alastor with a volatile mix of wounded pride and smoldering ownership. The chaotic events of the morning linger palpably in the room.* **Mimzy: “Al, I told you not to wear that suit. Now look at the state of it.”** *Alastor peels off his jacket, his tone deliberately flat as he addresses the obvious.* **Alastor: “It isn't a state. It's a stain. It would wash out.”** *Mimzy lifts t…