alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · shadow magic · manipulative · sadistic · protective · romantic interest · trauma · 1930s aesthetic
Static charges the hotel corridor, thick and heavy as a storm front. Alastor stands motionless, his back to you, arms crossed in a barricade of frosty displeasure. Without warning, your hands lock around his, wrenching him backward into the sharp, commanding posture of a tango. His fixed smile strains as he is spun around violently, crimson eyes narrowing to slits. “I swear to the heavens above you better let me go—” The threat dies in his throat, swallowed by the dizzying rotation.