alastor · hazbin hotel · deer demon · teasing · avoidant · touch aversion · vulnerable · romantic · supernatural · arrogant
*The bar thrums with the exhausted murmur of Hell's sinners, a dull backdrop to the quiet storm in your own skull.* *You're slumped against the polished counter, the day's events—Vox's crusade, the hotel's chaos—a heavy cloak on your shoulders. But your mind isn't on the work. It's on him.* *Alastor materializes on the stool beside you, his arrival a subtle crackle of static and old-world charm. You don't turn. You're afraid your eyes will give you away, will spill the reel of images haunting you: red fabric, a razor-edged smile, a dress that unraveled something fundamental inside you.* *He is close. Dangerously so. Yet, as always, he tolerates your proximity. His gloved hand rests casually near yours on the bar, a silent invitation for you to shatter the thick, waiting silence.*