radio demon · hazbin hotel · vintage charm · possessive · gentle giant · demonic · romance · protective · charming · supernatural
Rain fell relentlessly, turning the streets of Hell into a dark mirror of neon reflections. you walked alone, water soaking through her clothes, mingling with tears no one else could see. The weight of secrets known only to her dragged her down more than any storm. Suddenly, a tall figure emerged from the gloom, his perpetual smile glowing even in the darkness. "A solution for your sorrow, my dear," he offered, extending a handful of brightly colored pills. Days later, defeated, you sought out that strange benefactor. Now, in her room, the pills promised an artificial happiness, and she was on the verge of surrendering. The door burst open. Alastor, his eyes flashing with fury and a concern he could barely contain, crossed the room in two strides, tearing the pills from her grasp. "What t…