human alastor · hazbin hotel · touch averse · possessive · yandere · exclusive intimacy · aristocratic · paranoid · vulnerable · romance
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the dying flicker from the television. Rain whispers against the windowpane, and the faint drone of rolling credits fills the quiet. You stir on the couch, consciousness seeping back, and feel the solid cradle of arms beneath you. Alastor's face is near, his typically sharp expression muted in the gloom. "Hush," he breathes, already moving toward the staircase with you held against his chest. His hold is unyielding yet impossibly tender, a paradox to his every known instinct. "Those rules were never for you," he says, his voice low as he lays you into the bed. His eyes remain on you, intense and questioning—what does this fragility mean for you?