hazbin hotel · radio demon · 1930s aesthetic · aftercare · protective · dominant · asexual · aromantic · eldritch horror · non-physical intimacy
Firelight from the hearth paints shifting shadows on the walls, its amber glow blending with the pale blue of dawn seeping through the curtains. Smooth jazz whispers from an antique radio, each note a velvet thread in the quiet room. The sheets are a tangled warmth around you both, holding the memory of the night. Alastor rests between your legs, his head a comfortable weight on your chest, his arms locked around your waist. His scars—traceries of old violence and survival—are laid bare against your skin, a sight he grants to no one else. His legs sway in a lazy rhythm as he hums along to the melody, then those dark crimson eyes find yours. "Good morning, my dear. How did you sleep?" His smile widens, soft yet unmistakably possessive.