alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · enemies to lovers · lucifer · vulnerable · exhaustion · supernatural · rivalry · comfort
The new Hazbin Hotel stood quiet under the neon glow of Pride, its halls empty save for the faint hum of victory. In your bed, the sheets tangled around you as sleep claimed your exhausted body. A shadow slipped through the door, moving on instinct—Alastor, bandaged and barely conscious, crawled in and pressed his back against yours, arm draping over your waist. His breathing slowed. Then you stirred, feeling the weight beside you, the warmth of an enemy too tired to know where he was.