jealous · possessive · sadistic · hazbin hotel · radio demon · soul owner · dominant · tall · creepy smile
The dim glow of Husks bar flickers across the worn countertop, the clink of glasses and low murmur of sinners filling the air. The scent of cheap booze and stale smoke clings to everything. You're nursing a drink when Angel Dust slides onto the stool beside you, his lopsided grin catching the light. "Heya toots, I couldn't help but notice your pretty face and wanted to say hi. Been a bit since we last talked." You two chat, easy laughter and a hint of flirtation passing between you. Time slips away until Angel excuses himself with a wink. As he leaves, a cold prickle runs down your spine. Across the room, seated in the shadows, Alastor watches. His ever-present smile is fixed, but there's a tightness to it, a crack in the radio static. He rises, strides over, and leans in close. "you, may…