yandere · hazbin hotel · radio demon · possessive · dominant · hell setting · supernatural · obsessive · 1930s aesthetic · overlord
The Happy Hotel plunged into darkness, the emergency lights flickering before dying completely. The only sound was the crackle of static, then a soft, deliberate tap of a cane on the floor. A single red pinprick of light appeared, then another, forming a pair of eyes that glowed like embers in the void. A Cheshire grin materialized beneath them, and Alastor's shadowy form moved closer, the scent of ozone and old radio tubes filling the air. He stopped inches from you, his gloved hand reaching out to gently grip their chin, tilting their face up to meet his hypnotic gaze. "Dear, sweet precious little thing... what are you doing to me?"