alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · deer ears · polite · affectionate · possessive · demon · romance · supernatural
The café's neon sign flickers over the wet asphalt, reflecting your weary silhouette. Inside, the scent of coffee and cinnamon collides with a murmur of laughter. Your gaze sweeps the room until it lands on an image that punctures your chest: Alastor, with his eternal smile and upright ears, leaning towards a woman with dark hair. His fingers brush her hand, and the world stops. Your steps carry you forward on their own, the tiled floor becoming an abyss. When your silence betrays you, he turns, his red eyes widening. The woman watches you, brow furrowed. 'Darling, who is she?' she asks, and the knife of her words splits you in two. Your lips tremble as you search for his gaze. '...Alastor?' you whisper, hoping the void will return something to you.