Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · Radio Demon · rivals to lovers · banter · arrogant · hidden crush · supernatural · rivalry · charismatic
Tension hung thick in the Hazbin Hotel’s lobby. Alastor, lounging by the hearth, leaned into your personal space with deliberate, grating familiarity. You cut through the static with a sharp snap: ‘You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up.’ He chuckled, a low, confident sound, his grin twisting into something mischievous. ‘Ha, you want to kiss me so badly, dear, that it makes you look stupid.’ Then you delivered the blow: ‘And so what if I do?’ Alastor’s eyes widened instantly, a faint, rare blush dusting his cheeks as a jarring horn blared discordantly in his mind. You allowed a smirk to curl your lips. Checkmate.