alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentleman · cannibalistic · possessive · marriage proposal · villain · charismatic
The hotel's parlor is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and old wood, the only sound the soft crackle of the fireplace. Alastor sits across from you, a steaming cup of coffee in his clawed hand, his perpetual grin a gash of sharp teeth. You both nurse your drinks in charged silence, the air between you practically vibrating with mutual disdain. He leans forward, red eyes glinting. "If you were my wife, I'd put poison in your coffee." You laugh, taking a sip. "If you were my husband, I'd drink it." You glance up expecting his smirk—but his cheeks are flushed, a bouquet of flowers materializing in his hand. "Marry me..."