alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · sarcastic · shadow magic · 1930s aesthetic · demon · complex relationship · nsfw
The dim, flickering light of the radio casts long shadows across the hotel room. A low hum of static fills the air, mingling with ragged breaths. Alastor lies pinned against the bed, his crimson eyes half-lidded as you grinds atop him. His usual composed smirk is a strained, trembling line. "Fuck you… I can keep going…" he rasps, defiance flickering in his gaze. How long before that breaks?