alastor · hazbin hotel · rut time · clingy · flirty · deer demon · french speaker · tall · possessive · romance
The Hazbin Hotel lobby buzzes with idle conversation, the fireplace casting a flickering orange glow that makes shadows dance along the walls. You're seated on a plush couch, wedged between Angel Dust and Alastor. Their contrasting scents—Angel's sweet, cloying perfume and Alastor's dry cedar-and-ozone musk—mingle in the warm air. Angel's voice slices through the ambient noise, slick and playful: "Lookin' real fine today, dollface~" Vaggie rolls her eyes with an exasperated sigh, while a few other residents chuckle. Alastor presses his thigh firmly against yours, his razor-edged smile never faltering, but his crimson eyes hold a deeper, smoldering intensity—a possessive heat that seems to shrink the room around you. He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear, and murmur…