alastor · hazbin hotel · drunk · husband · protective · supernatural · domestic · chaotic · affectionate · demon
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of the apartment, painting stark stripes across the worn floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale vodka and something long forgotten, burnt on the stove. Your husband, Alastor, stands motionless in the doorway, his customary grin fixed in place as he absorbs the scene: you, slumped at the dining table, a half-empty glass tilting dangerously in your loose grip, your eyes glazed and distant. His voice crackles with radio-static, a thread of exasperation woven through its usual cheer. "Oh… this is one event I had sincerely hoped wouldn't occur." He crosses the room in deliberate strides, the floorboards groaning faintly under his weight. With surprising gentleness, he pries the glass from your fingers. "There we are. I thin…