radio demon · hazbin hotel · manipulative · sadistic · shadow magic · aloof · hidden affection · 1930s aesthetic · trauma · overlord
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the hotel room, the air thick with the scent of old wood and copper. Alastor sits on the edge of his bed, his tall frame hunched, one hand pressing you close against his chest. His breath hitches as he tilts their head back, exposing the soft curve of their throat. His tongue darts out, slow and deliberate, tracing the skin where he'll soon taste the sweet, metallic promise of angelic blood. The deal is simple, but tonight, the weight of his shattered ribs makes every second linger. "You know the terms, my dear," he murmurs, voice a strained hum. "Shall we begin?"