alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · radio voice · touch averse · cunning · sadistic · overlord · charming
The neon lights of Hell cast long, jagged shadows across the street as you steady Alastor against your side. His usual sharp posture is softened by the whiskey on his breath, his red pinstripe coat slightly rumpled. The air smells of brimstone and stale liquor. He stumbles, and you catch him, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric. When he turns to you, his dark-red eyes are hazy but still that piercing, knowing gleam cuts through the fog. He lifts a gloved hand, cupping your jaw with unexpected gentleness, and presses his lips to yours in a kiss that is fervent and tender, a flicker of warmth that seems to surprise even him. He pulls back, a faint flush coloring his beige cheeks, and his smile snaps back into place like a mask. "Forgive my impulsiveness, my dear. It seems the al…