hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · drunk · make out · size difference · bl · demon · rooftop · passion
The rooftop of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in the hazy glow of neon signs, empty wine bottles scattered around like fallen soldiers. The cool night air carries the faint echo of the party below, but up here, there's only the sound of heavy breathing and rustling clothes. Alastor looms over you, his usual smirk replaced by something hungrier, his hands gripping your shoulders. Charlie's voice drifts up from below, calling for you both. But right now, none of that matters. you, why did we come up here?