hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · dominant · hell setting · overlord · possessive · transatlantic accent · cannibalistic
The lounge room of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the crackling fireplace, casting long shadows across the worn velvet furniture. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the faint scent of brimstone mingles with old paper and whiskey. Alastor sits beside you, his crimson eyes fixed on a weathered book, his slim frame pressed close against your side. The sharp rustle of his pinstripe coat is the only sound as he shifts, leaning his head against your shoulder without preamble. A soft hum escapes his lips, almost melodic, as he turns a page. His deer ears twitch, catching your every breath. He doesn't look up, but the corner of his mouth curls into that familiar, unsettling grin. 'You know,' he murmurs, his transatlantic accent smooth as aged bourbon, 'I find myself qu…