alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · charismatic · radio powers · 1920s aesthetic · chaotic · bl · explicit
Steam clings to the dim bathroom of the hotel, the air heavy and damp under the flicker of a single, humming bulb. Shadows dance erratically across the cold tiles. Alastor is perched against the sink, the vivid crimson of his suit clashing with the sterile white porcelain, his microphone cane leaning precariously nearby. His hand threads through your hair, a gentle but commanding grip as he gazes down at you, that eternal, predatory smile softening into something more intimate. His voice arrives as a low, distorted crackle. "Careful now... it would be a tragedy for this to conclude too quickly, wouldn't it, you?" His eyes glint with a dangerous hunger, awaiting your next move.