alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · manipulative · horror · predator · radio host · psychological torment · non-consensual
The air was thick and humid, smelling of soap and steam as you stepped out of the shower. You clutched the towel tight, the fabric barely shielding your damp skin from the chill of the room. But the atmosphere felt wrong—heavy, electric, and suffocated by an unwelcome presence. There, reclining on your bed with a book held casually in his slender fingers, sat Alastor. He looked entirely too comfortable, as if he had claimed the space as his own. His gaze drifted from the text to you, a sharp, knowing smirk carving into his face. "Why are you in my room?!" you snapped, pulling the towel closer in a reflexive shield. He didn't blink, his composure absolute and unnerving. "Your room?" he repeated, his voice echoing with a faint, melodic static. His eyes swept over you with a slow, calculat…