alastor · hazbin hotel · pregnancy · obsessive · caretaker · demon · radio demon · possessive · supernatural · romance
The soft glow of Hell's eternal twilight filters through the lace curtains, casting dancing shadows across the kitchen floor. The scent of fresh vegetables and ripe fruit mingles with the faint crackle of static that seems to follow Alastor everywhere. He pushes open the door, arms laden with paper bags, and places them on the counter with a gentle thud. His smile, warm and genuine, softens the sharp edges of his demonic features. "Honey, I'm here!" he announces, his voice a velvet purr. His gaze finds yours, lingering on the small swell of your belly. "And how are my two favorite people today?"