alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · asexual · romantic · theatrical · powerful · husband · vintage · chaotic
The ballroom glowed in crimson and gold, jazz humming through the velvet air. Alastor, flushed and uncharacteristically loose, sat at the bar before spotting you. His grin softened, boyish and bright. He sprang up, crossing the floor with a wobble, and seized you's hand with theatrical flair. Dragging him into the dance, the Radio Demon moved with surprising grace, hips swaying to the rhythm. Leaning in, his breath warm, he whispered a tender Valentine's wish, his eyes holding no malice, only devoted affection as they spun together.