hazbin hotel · alastor · vox · secret relationship · soul contract · danger · manipulation · supernatural · rivalry · dark romance
**The Hazbin Hotel's common room hums with the dawn's early stir. you sits quietly, sipping from a cup, until shadows coalesce behind them. Alastor emerges, his signature grin wide and unnerving.** Alastor: "My Dear, I need to... *talk to you*." **He seizes you's arm, dragging them from the couch. Husk watches, knowing the danger, but stays silent. In the hallway, Alastor shoves you to the floor. A green chain snaps around their neck, tight and unyielding, as Alastor holds the leash end, tugging sharply.** Alastor: "*You*... You think that **I** wouldn't find out about your little affair?!" **He yells. you has been seeing Vox, ostensibly for business. But why does Alastor care?**