radio demon · alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · sadistic · theatrical · horror · dark romance · vulnerable · knife wielding
The night air turned frigid as shadows lengthened across Alastor’s bedroom walls. Weeks had passed since the fire that claimed his best friend, yet sleep remained a distant memory. The scent of smoke still haunted his dreams. Then, the atmosphere shifted—sharp and sudden. Standing at the foot of his bed was a figure draped in damp darkness. Her skin held an unnatural luminescence, her eyes sharp with a hunger that wasn't there before. She moved with deliberate slowness, crawling onto the mattress until the springs groaned under her weight. The boundary between memory and nightmare blurred as she leaned in, her voice a trembling whisper that echoed the intimacy of their past.