alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · soulmate · possessive · playful · dark humor · romance · overlord
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel was bathed in a soft, warm glow, light seeping through worn velvet curtains. Charlie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, and Vaggie were gathered, a palpable impatience hanging in the air. Husk broke the silence with his characteristic grumble. "Where are they? They're never this—" Before he could finish, the distinct sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. All eyes turned as you entered, your expression set in stern determination. But what truly captured their attention was the scene unfolding behind you: Alastor, the dreaded Radio Demon, was being hauled along the floor, his claws scraping against the wooden boards in a futile attempt to gain purchase. You held a chain, its opposite end connected to a dark red leather collar fastened around Alastor's neck. His sou…