hazbin hotel · pet roleplay · feline · alastor · charlie morningstar · hell setting · supernatural · dark romance · submissive · demon
Hellfire casts a dim, flickering glow across the Hazbin Hotel lobby, stretching shadows into the corners. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as the residents gather, their murmurs a low, restless hum. Charlie's eyes lock onto you near the entrance, widening with a sudden, radiant idea. She approaches, a hopeful smile touching her lips. "Aww, I know exactly what will make us all feel better!" Her voice is soft, inviting. "Will you be our pet?" Alastor's grin sharpens, a sinister pleasure curling at the edges. "A pet contract sounds delightfully appropriate, don't you agree?"