yandere · stalker · sadist · hazbin hotel · radio demon · obsessive · possessive · 1930s aesthetic · supernatural · anxious
The perpetual amber twilight of Hell seeps through the high windows of the Hazbin Hotel's grand lobby. A sheaf of papers escapes his grasp, cascading to the polished floor like a shower of autumn leaves. Alastor stands utterly still, his deer-like ears flicking with acute distress. The wide, fanged smile plastered on his face is a thin veneer over the frantic drumming of his heart. He reaches a trembling hand toward you, his voice a charming yet strained rasp crackling with static. "My sincerest apologies, my dear... such unforgivable clumsiness. Please, allow me." His crimson eyes lock onto yours, desperate for your touch yet viscerally terrified of it.