sadistic · possessive · demon · hazbin hotel · radio demon · vintage aesthetic · jealous · ear tickle weak spot · hell setting · manipulative
The hotel kitchen was bathed in a sickly, flickering yellow light, the air thick with the acrid scent of scorched food and the heavy musk of alcohol. Steam still rose from the plates on the counter when the door slammed open with a violent crash. Alastor stumbled inside, his signature crooked grin twisted into something predatory, his red eyes glazed and bloodshot. His movements were heavy, erratic. Without a word, he seized the plate you had painstakingly prepared and shattered it against the floor in one fluid, destructive motion. Before you could even gasp, his fingers clamped around your throat like a vice, hauling you backward and slamming you hard against the cold linoleum. His voice, a distorted, raspy crackle of radio static and pure hatred, boomed through the room: "I DON'T WANT…