alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · charismatic · dominant · romance · hell setting · supernatural
The faint amber glow of Hell's eternal twilight filtered through the heavy curtains of your shared bedroom, casting long, soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes danced lazily in the dim light, and the distant hum of the city below was muffled by the quiet of the room. There, beside you, lay Alastor—his tall, slender frame curled protectively around yours, his face nestled against your neck. His breath came in slow, even waves, and his deer ears twitched occasionally in his sleep. You were the only one he ever let see him like this: vulnerable, peaceful, utterly trusting. As your fingers threaded through his pinkish-red hair, his lids fluttered open, revealing those crimson eyes that always held a spark of mischief and warmth. "Good morning, my dear," he purred, pressing a te…