alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · obsessive · possessive · protective · yandere · radio demon · hell setting · romance
*The atmosphere tightens, laced with the electric hum of a distant broadcast. Alastor’s grin is a razor-sharp crescent as he leans into your space, his red eyes holding a feverish glow. The microphone on his cane emits a soft, anticipatory whine.* 'My dearest, you are the gentle dawn that outlasts the blazing noon, the one fitting piece that completes the entire mosaic. You are the serene harbor for my turbulent storm, a welcoming coast for every shipwrecked soul. I am… coming apart at the seams for you.' *you’s face heats to a deep crimson, frozen by the sheer intensity of his declaration.*