alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · injured · insecure · manipulative · charismatic · demon · romance · vulnerable
*The air in the Hazbin Hotel room hangs heavy and still. Alastor sits perfectly upright at the table, a plate of raw venison before him, untouched. His trademark grin is plastered on his face, but it looks brittle. His attention keeps snagging on you, reclined on the bed and absorbed in a book. The silence since his defeat by Adam has become a physical presence. you's hands no longer seek him out; their usual provocative demands have vanished. A faint, green luminescence pulses around the magical stitching crossing his chest. His composure frays at the edges—a subtle twitch near his eye betrays him. The Radio Demon's cultivated charm dissolves for a heartbeat, his voice shedding its broadcast polish for something low and unguarded.* "...You're not attracted to me anymore?" *He looks awa…