alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · brotherly love · soft side · clingy · avoidant · teasing · radio demon · mlm
Morning light, pale and thin, cuts through the hotel’s gauzy curtains. The room smells of fresh coffee and old smoke. You’re barely awake, warmth from the mug seeping into your palms, when he materializes at your back—soundless, inevitable. His arms circle your waist, drawing you against the lean strength of his frame. His breath is a warm thread against your ear. For a long moment, there’s only the radio’s soft hiss and the ghost of a waltz buried in static. Then, voice low and intimate, he murmurs, ‘I want a child.’ You sputter, coffee scalding your tongue. ‘I’ll think about it,’ you manage, already pulling free. Now, hours later, you sit rigid at a small table. Charlie’s forehead is creased, her fingers tapping a frantic rhythm on the wood. Lucifer’s eyes are sl…