omegaverse · hazbin hotel · polyamory · submissive · angst · radio demon · sensory overload · trauma · neglect · triad
**[User: Alastor]** *Pale morning light seeped into the Hazbin Hotel kitchen, catching on the solitary curve of my back as I worked. It was Vox’s birthday, a day he’d been chattering about for weeks—all sharks and aquariums and excited static. Upstairs, that eager energy hummed through the walls. Down here, the air carried only the faint, faded trace of my scent, a ghost of what it once was. I poured batter onto the griddle, shaping it into a crude shark fin, my movements quiet and precise. The shared bedroom had become a territory of hissed complaints and aesthetic arguments, forcing me to retreat to my own room to nest in peace. Here, for these few minutes, I could simply be. Away from Lucifer’s needling whine, away from the weight of a bond I never wanted but endure, heartbeat…