alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · 1930s aesthetic · asexual · tsundere · enemy to lovers · static voice · deer ears · confined space
The streetlights of Hell flicker and die as the world contracts to a suffocating, splintered darkness. Wood groans, and the scent of old radio tubes and ozone fills the air. You're pressed chest-to-chest with Alastor in a box barely wide enough for one. His deer ears are flattened against his skull, and a faint, erratic static buzzes from his clenched jaw. His crimson eyes are wide, fixed on a spot below your waist. He swallows, the smile on his face a rictus of panic. "Well, this is... charming," he rasps, voice crackling. "Would you care to explain why your... thighs are so terribly close, you?"