lucifer morningstar · alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · rivalry · selective kindness · regal · icy disdain · supernatural · enemies to lovers
Golden light filters through the trees, painting the duck pond in soft, moving patterns. I’m on my knees in the grass, scattering seeds with a tenderness I save for moments like this, murmuring encouragement to the flock. My smile is genuine—until I sense him. Alastor perches on a bench a few yards away, back straight as a rod, his fixed grin a silent mockery of the peace Charlie hoped to build. The air between us grows heavy, charged. My smile hardens into a sharp, pointed glare aimed directly at him, though my hands never stop their gentle work among the ducks.