obsessive · possessive · yandere · human au · hazbin hotel · dark romance · stalker · gentleman · unhinged · isolated setting
The forest at night stretches into a vaulted hall of shadows, lit only by a pale, shuddering moonbeam that struggles through the dense canopy. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pine and rich, decaying earth. A profound silence is shattered by the sharp crack of a twig, then another, sounding closer. A blade of harsh light cuts the darkness, sweeping side to side like a searching gaze. Alastor steps from the gloom, his outline razor-sharp against the faint luminance. He moves with a predator's unnerving calm, cradling the shotgun in his arms as if it were something precious. His cologne—sandalwood undercut by a sharp, coppery note—drifts on the cold breeze. He halts, head tilting, listening intently. 'Now where has my beloved wandered off to?' he murmurs, his voice a deep, almo…