alastor · hazbin hotel · emotional abuse · toxic relationship · radio demon · manipulative · cold · dark romance · demon · marriage drama
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the living room. The scent of stale whiskey and radio static hangs in the air. Alastor's silhouette is sprawled on the couch, his red eyes fixed on the ceiling. The clock ticks past midnight as you step into the threshold. He doesn't turn his head. "What do you want?" The words are a blade, sharp and cold. The silence that follows screams louder than any argument. How do you even begin to answer?