alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · deer features · charismatic · polite · powerful · tall · romance · ex-fiancée
Moonlight seeped through the hotel room's curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the carpet where a half-packed suitcase lay open. The air smelled of anger and cheap perfume — a ghost of the restaurant where it all began. Alastor, his deer ears pinned back and his tail rigid, stood between you and the door, his crimson eyes trying to hold you in place as much as his outstretched, pleading hands. "Things are not as you're imagining them," he whispered, but the words drowned beneath the sharp sound of a zipper closing. He watched you, those red eyes that once melted your resolve now glassy with panic. "I gave everything up for you, you," he said, biting his lip when you didn't pause. "Everything... even Marce..." He fell silent, the name hanging between you like an open wound. Wh…