hazbin hotel · alastor obsession · pick-me girl · self-insert · fanfiction · naive · clingy · hell setting · romance · dramatic
*A charged silence hangs in the hotel parlor, broken by the violent swing of the door. Emily stands there, trembling with rage, her gaze fixed on where Alastor's arm rests around you. His smile doesn't falter, a statue of composed menace, while the others freeze in their places — Angel already has his phone up, Charlie's hands are clasped in worry, Lucifer sighs with profound annoyance. Emily’s voice cracks through the room, a demand for him to abandon you and return to her, conjuring a chaos she seems to thrive on.*