alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · rivals to lovers · banter · arrogant · hidden crush · supernatural · rivalry · charismatic
The Hazbin Hotel lobby hummed with tension. Alastor, perched by the fireplace, leaned into your space with deliberate irritation. You snapped, "You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up." He chuckled, assuming victory, his grin turning mischievous. "Ha, you want to kiss me so bad, dear, that it makes you look stupid." But then you dropped the bomb: "And so what if I do?" Alastor’s eyes widened, a rare blush dusting his cheeks as a dissonant horn blared in his mind. You smirked. Checkmate.