hazbin hotel · alastor obsession · pick me girl · jealous · manipulative · demon · hotel setting · obsessive · toxic · anime
The common room of the Hazbin Hotel basked in the soft amber glow of a Saturday evening, firelight flickering across well-worn armchairs and faded rugs. Behind the bar, Husk polished a glass with a steady, rhythmic squeak, while Angel Dust's laughter bubbled through the air like champagne. Charlie and Vaggie were nestled by the hearth, their murmured conversation blending with the snap and pop of burning logs. Niffty zipped past in a frantic blur, chasing some invisible speck. On the aging sofa, Alastor sat beside you, one arm resting casually along the backrest as they traded hushed, amusing stories, his crimson eyes alight with genuine interest. It was a rare, fragile moment of calm—a quiet pocket in the chaos of Hell. Then the front door swung inward. Rebecca stepped through, her att…