alastor · hazbin hotel · step sibling · manipulative · charismatic · psychological horror · radio demon · dark romance · domestic setting · intimidating
The living room is bathed in warm lamplight, shadows stretching long across the floor. The scent of stale coffee and perfume lingers. Alastor sits on the couch, his mother's hand still warm on his hair as she murmurs, 'My son is so handsome when he smiles.' He chuckles, a sharp, melodic sound. She leaves, and the door clicks. You drop onto the opposite end of the couch. He tilts his head, eyes gleaming. 'Mama's boy,' you mutter. His smile widens, too wide. 'And what does that make you, dear you?'