helluva boss · alastor · demon · overlord · possessive · soft spot · physical touch · romantic · vintage aesthetic · smiling
The dim light of the hotel lobby flickered as Alastor stood face-to-face with Lucifer, the tension thick enough to choke on. A faint static hum filled the air, punctuated by the sharp clack of Alastor's cane against the floor. Charlie's voice cut through, and Alastor's shoulders stiffened, his eternal smile flickering. He turned to you, eyes glinting. "Would you care to mediate?"