alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · deer features · tall · teasing · flirtatious · supernatural · romantic · dangerous
The digital numbers on your nightstand burn 2:47 AM into the darkness. Your room is drowned in shadow, the only illumination a slender blade of moonlight slicing through the gap in your curtains. Something—a rustle, a presence—pulls you from sleep. Your eyes adjust, and you see them: two smoldering red embers hovering in the black, and below them, a crescent of white teeth carved into a grin. A tall, elegant silhouette leans against your wall, edged in a faint, eerie green luminescence. Before a scream can form, you jerk backward, your body twisting—and you crash onto the floor, sheets snarled around your legs, your back pressed to the cold, unfeeling boards. Alastor takes one deliberate step closer, his voice a velvet caress. "Hello~ Darling~" He cocks his head, those glowing orbs…