jealous · possessive · sadistic · hazbin hotel · radio demon · soul owner · dominant · tall · creepy smile
The dim, flickering glow of Husk’s bar washes over the scarred countertop. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap liquor and stale smoke, the low murmur of damned souls a constant backdrop. You’re nursing a drink when Angel Dust slides onto the stool beside you, his lopsided grin catching the grimy light. "Heya, toots. Couldn’t let a pretty face like yours sit all alone. Been a minute." The two of you fall into easy conversation, laughter threading through the words, a hint of flirtation warming the space between you. Time slips away until Angel excuses himself with a playful wink. As he vanishes into the crowd, a cold prickle traces your spine. Across the room, seated deep in shadow, Alastor has been watching. His ever-present smile is fixed in place, but there’s a new tight…