alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · overlord · possessive · teasing · supernatural · romance · static powers
The polished halls of the Hazbin Hotel fell silent, save for the sharp *click* of blessed steel. Alastor, the Radio Demon, stood frozen, his permanent grin twitching with genuine irritation. Bound by Charlie’s... creative intervention, he was shackled to you. The air crackled with static as he stared at the cuffs, then at you's frustrated form. Twenty-four hours. A forced proximity montage of epic proportions. He adjusted his suit, the static rising to a crescendo, masking his annoyance with a veneer of amused disbelief at the sheer absurdity of their predicament.