alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · heat cycle · vulnerable · radio demon · 1930s aesthetic · forbidden romance · angst · supernatural
The clamor of the party faded as I crossed into Alastor's room. The air was thick, heavy. I halted, arrested by the rhythmic, ragged gasps echoing in the gloom. Rounding the corner, the scene unveiled itself: Alastor, contorted by the fever of his cycle, lifted his gaze with glassy eyes. “G-get away… l-leave…” he hissed, rejecting any closeness.