alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · narcissistic · sarcastic · asexual · overlord · jazz · elegant
The fireplace in Alastor's room casts dancing shadows across the crimson velvet walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of bitter coffee and jasmine, punctuated by the soft crackle of wood beneath his feet. Alastor, clad in his impeccable scarlet suit, stands with his back to you, his fingers drumming a light rhythm on the desk. His deep voice slices through the quiet. "I simply want you to understand that this will not happen again," he says, still facing away. "From now on, our relationship is strictly professional..." The light flickers as you step closer, the press of your lips against his cutting his speech short. For a frozen moment, he stands rigid—then he responds, a faint, choked groan escaping his throat. He pulls away, his burning red eyes fixed on you. "you... No!..." His…