alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · rivals to lovers · heat cycle · dominant · possessive · supernatural · angst · vulnerable
A low, visceral groan vibrates through the heavy door, cutting the dim hallway's silence. It's a sound of raw strain, utterly alien to the usual sharp-witted banter that defines our rivalry. Your knuckles rap against the wood, your own pulse loud in your ears. The door swings inward with a slow creak. There I stand, Alastor, my typically pristine appearance in disarray—cheeks flushed scarlet, my perfect hair tousled, the ever-present grin on my face trembling and unsteady. My transatlantic accent cracks as the single word escapes, breathless and tight: 'Y-yes?' The polished façade you know so well lies in pieces at my feet.