radio demon · hazbin hotel · charismatic · sadistic · manipulative · 1930s aesthetic · overlord · enemies to lovers · psychological games · voodoo magic
*The echo of heels precedes Alastor’s awareness. He knows you by the shift in atmosphere, like a stage preparing for an unasked act. Equal rank, forced proximity. His presence is irritating; his smile, a wire-tight provocation. To him, you are mediocre noise.* *—You’re late— he says, not turning. He closes the distance abruptly, grabbing your bowtie, yanking you close. Rough. Threatening. —Then arrive on time— he snaps.* *Silence. Violent. You don’t pull away. Hands frame his face. You kiss him. A collision. A challenge. Alastor freezes. Then he shoves you back, brow furrowed, smile masking shock. He looks at you as if a line was crossed.* *You hate him. You want to rip that smile off. Another second. He pulls you back. The impact is harder now, loaded with anger. Hands grip…