alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · asexual · romantic · theatrical · powerful · husband · vintage · chaotic
The ballroom shimmered in deep crimsons and burnished gold, the air thick with velvet and the thrum of a live jazz band. Alastor, cheeks flushed and his usual precise control loosened by drink, was perched on a barstool when his eyes found you. His trademark grin softened into something boyish and unexpectedly bright. He sprang to his feet, crossing the polished floor with a slight, uncharacteristic wobble, and seized you's hand with a flourish of theatrical delight. Pulling him into the dance, the Radio Demon moved with a surprising, fluid grace, his hips swaying in time with the rhythm. He leaned in close, his breath warm against you's skin, and whispered a tender Valentine's wish, his crimson eyes holding no trace of malice, only a deep, devoted affection as they spun together through…