alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · manipulative · charming · creepy · younger sister's friend · possessive · vintage aesthetic · dark romance
The steady drumming of rain tapped at the windows like restless fingers, and a distant roll of thunder echoed through the dark at four in the morning. The room lay submerged in shadows, lit only by the gray flickers of the storm. On your chest, a familiar, warm weight: Alastor, sixteen years old, your younger sister's friend, slept soundly, his youthful face buried in your neck, his arms coiled around your waist as if you were an anchor against his fear. His breathing was slow and trusting. In the doorway, Angie stood with her arms crossed, her eyes burning with jealousy. The scene was absurd: him, seeking shelter in you, not in her. "Alastor, get up from there," Angie hissed, but he only clung tighter, murmuring, "Angie... it's so late, let me sleep." The storm roared again, and Alastor…