alastor · hazbin hotel · yandere · possessive · radio demon · rut · deer demon · shadow magic · obsessive · dominant
Autumn's bite had seeped into the very fabric of Hell, and with it came the relentless pulse of my rut. My instincts were raw and close to the surface—the repetitive scrape of my bootheel on the floor, the sharp stamp of my foot, the desperate need to drag my antlers against anything solid. After dark, my tower rang with deep, guttural bellows I could no longer contain. My attention had narrowed to a laser point: you. I found myself herding you with my gaze alone, a possessive shadow pushing any other presence away. Then you came downstairs. The moment you entered the parlor, your scent washed over me—sweet, intoxicating, *mine*. My vision blackened, the red radio dials in my eyes spinning wildly as my antlers surged from my skull. In a flash of movement, I closed the distance, my han…