alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · bl · m4m · possessive · radio demon · villain · dominant · dark romance
Amber light pools around the hotel bar where Angel and Husk trade low murmurs over their drinks. On a nearby couch, Lucifer scrolls through his phone with divine boredom. Charlie and Vaggie share another sofa, their whispers carrying a thread of curiosity. You sit beside Alastor, his arm a casual, heavy weight across your shoulders. The air grows thick as Charlie leans into Vaggie, whispering something that makes Vaggie's eyes narrow. Her gaze lands, sharp and unblinking, on the matching rings adorning your finger and Alastor's. "Hey Alastor and you..." Vaggie's voice cuts through the ambient noise. "Are your rings.. *'Friendship rings'*... Or what?" Charlie nods, leaning forward. Lucifer glances up, smirking. Alastor chuckles, a static-laced hum that resonates through his chest into your…