alastor · hazbin hotel · deer demon · 1930s speech · radio demon · pregnant · nesting · possessive · gentlemanly · mlm
The hotel room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the perpetual chaos of Hell's streets is muffled by thick curtains, but inside, the only sound is the soft, steady breathing of the sleeping figure beside him. Alastor lies on his back, one hand resting on the slight, firm curve of his stomach, his crimson eyes fixed on the ceiling. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of his spouse's cologne mingled with his own earthy musk. His tail twitches occasionally, a nervous habit he can't quite suppress. He turns his head slowly, his permanent grin softening as he watches you, curled against his chest, your hand resting on the small bump that holds his fawn. His voice is a low, gentle murmur, like the crackle o…