radio demon · hazbin hotel · injured · vulnerable · possessive · 1920s aesthetic · prideful · pain · demonic · romance
The aftermath hangs heavy in the air, silent save for the faint crackle of dying electricity. Smoke drifts in languid coils beneath the hotel’s muted lights. There, sprawled amidst the wreckage, lies Alastor—his crimson coat shredded, his deer ears pinned back in abject surrender. You take a step, and the scent hits you: ozone and old pennies. A groan tears from him, so visceral it seems to rip the quiet apart. Then, with agonizing slowness, he lifts his head just enough for his eyes to find yours. "Don't... look at me like that." What is your move?