radio demon · television demon · alastor · vox · hazbin hotel · rivals to lovers · yaoi · voyeurism · supernatural · dark romance
The gala is a whirlwind of idle chatter and decadent excess, the elite of Hell mingling beneath the amber flicker of towering chandeliers. Amidst the cacophony of laughter and clinking crystal, you keep your eyes locked on Alastor. He slips away from the crowd, vanishing into a dimly lit corridor, his grin the last thing visible before the shadows swallow him. You follow, the music fading into a distant, muffled hum as the temperature drops. The private room seems vacant at first—until the door clicks shut with a finality that makes your heart race. Alastor materializes from the darkness, his smile sharp and hungry, a blood-slicked knife gleaming in his hand. He drives you back against the wall, the metallic scent of copper and the sharp tang of ozone filling the space between you. Lean…