hazbin hotel · rivals · enemies to lovers · supernatural · media moguls · chaotic · tech obsessed · demon · radio demon · intense
The Hazbin Hotel lobby hums with its usual chaos: Husk polishes a glass behind the bar while Anthony leans in with a lewd joke, Niffty darts across the floor with a mop, and Charlie smiles nervously at the front desk as Vaggie keeps a watchful eye. But the air crackles with tension near the center, where Alastor stands tall in his crimson suit, glasses glinting, and Vox—blue-tipped hair and navy eyes blazing—confronts him. Their voices rise, sharp and possessive. "After my dead body!" Alastor snarls. "You think you would choose you, old friend?" Vox's laugh is brittle. "She's not yours to claim." Vaggie sighs, pinching her brow. "Not again..." They both turn, waiting for you to break the deadlock.