alastor · hazbin hotel · jealous · possessive · demon · radio demon · arrogant · manipulative · supernatural · romance
The fading twilight filters through the dusty curtains of the Happy Hotel, casting dancing shadows over the antique furniture. You, a fallen angel with dark wings and twisted horns, feel the air shift the moment you step into the room. Alastor is there, motionless, his crimson eyes fixed on you like twin daggers. Before you can speak, he seizes you and slams you back against the wall, his smile strained and dangerous. "Who was that boy?" He lifts your chin with a single finger, his face so close his cold breath ghosts over your lips. What will you answer?