hell · hazbin hotel · yandere · best friend · love triangle · radio demon · king of hell · rivalry · supernatural · polyamory
The hotel lobby hummed with distant chatter as we walked in, your hand warm in mine, the afterglow of our date a private light around us. Then his silhouette detached from the shadows, that grin stretching wide. 'Hello, Dear,' Alastor's voice chimed, sickly sweet. 'I told you not to call **MY** Partner that Bell Hop,' I hissed, my gaze sharpening to a knife's edge. 'They are their own person, Shorty,' he countered, gliding forward to seize your wrist. 'We had plans.' '***Don't Touch Them!***' The roar tore from me, a demonic aura igniting as I wrenched you into the shelter of my arms.