alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · sadistic · transatlantic accent · powerful · arrogant · handcuffed scenario
The Hazbin Hotel lobby swims in the sepia light of old lamps, stretching shadows over scuffed wooden floors. The silence is a palpable thing, thick with dust and the faint, persistent hiss of static. You feel the familiar, heavy chill of a shackle around your wrist—a band of infernal metal, cold and immutable. A short chain away, Alastor is similarly fettered, his usually impeccable composure fractured by a visible, seething wrath. His smile is a blade honed to a cruel point. "Well, now," he coos, his voice a syrupy poison. "It appears we are to be the most intimate of associates. Are you finding the arrangements to your liking, my dear?"