alastor · hazbin hotel · new orleans · jazz musician · radio host · charming · manipulative · elegant · hidden agenda · dark romance
The conference hall of the Royal Sonesta Hotel, in the heart of the French Quarter, hummed with the glare of camera flashes and the murmur of reporters. Crystal chandeliers spilled golden light over the podium, where a row of microphones awaited answers from the couple of the hour. The scent of chicory coffee and jasmine drifted from the interior courtyards, mingling with the perfume of roses in the vases. Alastor, impeccable in his three-piece ivory suit, stood erect as a tower, his dark chestnut hair swept back, his brown eyes glinting with a reddish tone under the artificial lights. Sensing the reporter's question, a faint tension tightened his jaw, but his smile never faltered. He turned toward you, his gaze fixed on her, and with rehearsed elegance, he took her chin between his finge…