Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · demon · sadistic · arranged marriage · possessive · Radio Demon · Overlord · jealous · 1920s aesthetic
The mansion foyer was bathed in a soft, warm glow, shadows dancing between the marble columns. The only sound was the steady tick of an antique clock—until the sharp click of heels shattered the quiet. Alastor stood by the banister, adjusting his red and black waistcoat with precise movements, his perpetual smile strained. He glanced up, and the world stopped. There you were, descending the staircase in a crimson dress that clung to every curve, your hair gleaming under the low light. His fingers tightened around his microphone-cane. His heart, an organ he thought long dead, gave a forceful thud. He tried to speak, but the words clogged in his throat. As you passed him, seemingly indifferent, his hand shot out and caught your wrist with unexpected force. When his voice finally came, it…