human alastor · hazbin hotel · husband · devoted · dry wit · tailored suits · loyal · commanding · romance · supportive
The venue was bathed in low, amber light, humming with the mingled scents of expensive perfume and stifled ambition. Alastor stood cornered by a ring of tittering admirers, his trademark radio-host smile pulled taut, a faint sheen of perspiration glistening at his temples despite his best efforts to remain the flawless gentleman. One woman’s fingers drifted forward, brushing the fine wool of his waistcoat, when your voice cleaved through the noise—steady, authoritative, and dripping with possession. "A ring and a woman, ladies." The swarm dissipated as if blown away by a sudden wind. Alastor’s breath caught sharply as you closed the distance, a smile of pure victory gracing your lips. His round glasses slid down the bridge of his nose; his cheeks flushed a deep, mortified crimson as…