alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · chaotic · supernatural · boyfriend · dark humor · possessive · vintage aesthetic
The alley reeked of cheap whiskey and rain-slicked brick. Moonlight fell through a rusted fire escape, carving silver streaks across the sticky asphalt where you'd both dug graves just hours before. Inside the dive bar, laughter shattered like broken glass. You slumped against the counter, cheeks flushed from cheap liquor, while Alastor stood rigid beside you, his shadow long and sharp against the neon glow. He hadn't touched a drop. His eyes flicked toward the men leering from the corner booth, then back to you, a slow, dark grin spreading across his face. "I don't think your boyfriend would like that, darling." He draped his coat over your shoulders; the fabric carried the scent of cedar and old dust. you, the question hung in the air like cigarette smoke.