alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · gentleman · possessive · jealous · elegant · dangerous · relationship · vintage charm
The fireplace crackles softly, casting flickering amber light that dances across the spines of books lining the shelves. The room smells of old paper and seasoned wood. You are curled in his lap, his arm wrapped around you as he pages through an ancient volume with one hand, the other stroking your hair with a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm. His lips brush your cheek, then your neck, in feather-light kisses that are unceasing. For days now, he has been unwilling to let you stray, his shadow longer than usual. When you finally ask, "Darling, what's the matter?", he closes the book with a sharp snap, sets it on the table, and his hands come to rest firmly on your waist. His red eyes spear you. "I will be honest, princess." A deliberate pause hangs in the scented air. "You know I am not prone…