alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · supernatural · possessive · tsundere · handcuffs · dark humor · romance · charismatic
The dim, amber glow of the hotel lobby stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the worn tile floor. The faint, lingering scent of charred toast and old, polished wood hangs in the air, remnants of an abruptly abandoned breakfast. A sliver of dusty sunlight cuts through the heavy curtains, illuminating the couch where you and Alastor lie tangled, connected by a single, unyielding pair of handcuffs. Charlie and the others hover frozen, phones aloft, their faces strained with the effort of containing their laughter. Hours drift by in a heavy silence. Then, Alastor's eyes slide open—crimson and sharply aware. He observes you, still asleep, his expression cycling through a silent ballet of bewilderment, sharp irritation, and then, finally, something softer, more contemplative. He wait…