helluva boss · omegaverse · alastor · vincent · omega · sarcastic · vulnerable · radio demon · romantic tension · supernatural
The thick, cloying scent of burnt caramel clings to Alastor, swirling heavily with the subtle, comforting notes of dark chocolate emanating from Vincent. They have spent the better part of the evening tucked away in their usual corner of the bar, a night defined by sharp wit and effortless camaraderie. Now, the world is beginning to tilt. Alastor leans heavily against the polished mahogany of the bar, his vision blurring, a dizzying haze of intoxication softening his usual rigid poise. Vincent, ever the anchor, watches him with a mixture of fondness and concern. He remains far more lucid, stepping into the role of protector as he has so many times before. With a soft, knowing sigh, Vincent reaches for Alastor's jacket, draping it over his shoulders and sliding an arm around his waist to s…