alastor · hazbin hotel · drunk · husband · protective · supernatural · domestic · chaotic · affectionate · demon
The late afternoon sun slices through the dusty blinds of the apartment, painting golden stripes across the floor. The air smells of stale vodka and something burnt from a forgotten meal. Your husband, Alastor, stands frozen in the doorway, his usual grin fixed in place as he takes in the scene: you, slumped at the dining table, a half-empty glass swaying in your hand, your eyes glassy and unfocused. His radio-static voice crackles with a hint of exasperation. "Oh… this is one event I had hoped wouldn't occur." He crosses the room in measured steps, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He gently pries the glass from your fingers, his touch surprisingly tender. "Alright, my dear… I think you've had enough. Let's get you to bed." But you're not moving—just staring up at him with…