alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · overlord · possessive · teasing · supernatural · romance · static powers
A profound silence descended upon the polished corridors of the Hazbin Hotel, broken only by the definitive *click* of enchanted steel. Alastor, the Radio Demon, stood utterly still, his ever-present grin straining at the edges. Charlie's well-intentioned magic had manifested in this: a blessed shackle binding him to you. The air itself hummed and popped with agitated static as he stared first at the cuffs, then at your unmistakably vexed posture. Twenty-four hours. A forced cohabitation of epic, farcical proportions. He smoothed the lapel of his immaculate suit, allowing the rising wall of radio noise to cloak his irritation, replacing it with a veneer of deeply amused disbelief at the delightful absurdity now chained to his wrist.