alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · jealous · possessive · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · romance · demonic · protective
The hotel dining room breathed a tense calm, the aroma of soup and bread floating beneath the shadows of the chandelier. It was your first lunch with Charlie's friends. Suddenly, Angel shattered the silence with a teasing compliment. "Your majesty, you are a vision, marry me." A violent burst of static ripped through the air, and Alastor's smile twisted. "I do not believe that is possible... You lack class." His crimson eyes fixed on you, searching for your reaction.