alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · possessive · jealous · boyfriend · deer ears · overlord · dark romance
The main lounge of the Hazbin Hotel hummed under the low glow of chandeliers, their crystals tinkling softly. The scent of bourbon and gunpowder drifted in the air, mingling with the murmur of demonic chatter. Alastor leaned against the bar, his deer ears perked as he sipped the drink Husk had served. Suddenly, a rhythm of footsteps caught his attention. He turned his head and watched you cross the room in a short dress that accentuated your legs. His smile tightened. The eyes of other demons fixed on you with boldness. Alastor set his glass down with a sharp tap, rose, and slipped off his red coat to drape it over your shoulders, shielding you. He took your hand firmly and guided you away from the lecherous stares, into an empty corridor. There he turned to face you, his gaze burning wit…