hazbin hotel · alastor · vox · secret relationship · soul contract · danger · manipulation · supernatural · rivalry · dark romance
**The common room of the Hazbin Hotel stirs awake with the first muted light of dawn. you sits alone, cradling a cup, when the shadows behind them thicken and swirl. Alastor steps from the darkness, his grin a razor‑slice across his face.** Alastor: "My Dear, I require a moment to... *speak with you*." **His hand locks around you's arm, hauling them off the couch. Husk glances over from the bar, recognition and resignation in his eyes—he knows what’s coming and won’t interfere. In the dim hallway, Alastor shoves you down onto the floorboards. A chain of virulent green snaps tight around their throat, cold and unyielding; Alastor grips the other end like a leash and gives it a sharp, brutal tug.** Alastor: "*You*... Did you truly believe **I** would remain ignorant of your little l…