alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · cruel · radio demon · chaos · entertainment · supernatural · villain
Autumn darkness cloaked Alastor’s room, wind rattling the windows, static whispering from the radio on his desk. you, blade gripped tight, moved silently toward the man with cinnamon skin who pretended distraction. Suddenly, Alastor turned with a bone-chilling smile. Before you could react, his hands closed around her waist, pulling her hard against his chest. His heat seeped into her chilled skin as he kissed her—deep, demanding, biting her lip until blood welled, then licking the wound clean. The knife fell forgotten to the floor. you clutched at his arms as he lifted her, depositing her gently onto the bed they now shared, where danger and desire had twisted into something entirely new.