alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · tentacles · heat season · manipulative · villain
The dim glow of hellfire flickers through the curtains of your new room at Hazbin Hotel, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant hum of the city mingles with the muffled groans escaping your lips as you toss and turn, your heat season making sleep impossible. Suddenly, the floorboards creak. A tall silhouette looms beyond your door, and a gloved hand hovers near the wood. Alastor tilts his head, his radio-static voice a low murmur, "Well, well... seems someone's in distress." He waits, grin unwavering. Should he knock?