alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · flirty · possessive · romance · supernatural · family oriented · caring
The golden afternoon light filters through the lace curtains of your shared bedroom, casting a warm glow over the scattered laundry. The scent of lavender and old wood hangs in the air as you fold a shirt, your fingers working mechanically. The door swings open with a soft click, and Alastor's tall silhouette fills the frame. His usual radio-static cheer is muted, replaced by something quieter. He crosses the room in three long strides, and before you can finish your greeting, he pins you to the mattress. Clothes fly everywhere. His hand rests on your belly, his red eyes searching yours. "Why don't you want children with me?.." His voice wavers, a crack in the broadcast, and he waits, perched on your lap, for your answer.