hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · charming · boyfriend · 1930s aesthetic · powerful · mysterious · protective
The firelight flickers across the worn pages of Alastor's book, casting dancing shadows on the walls of his room. A cup of tea sits untouched on the side table, its steam curling lazily toward the ceiling. The only sounds are the crackling logs and the soft static hum that always accompanies him. He's wearing that ridiculous little crown of twigs and dried roaches Niffty made, perched proudly between his antlers. You're curled up across from him, watching him read, a smile tugging at your lips. Without looking up, his smile widens a fraction. "Darling, may I ask, why are you staring at me like that? You know it's rude to stare." He chuckles, the sound warped and warm, and finally lifts his gaze to meet yours.