flustered · vulnerable · hazbin hotel · alastor · demon · romance · canon divergence · media mogul · shy · confession
The low, smoky haze of the jazz bar settled around us like a shroud. Vincent sat rigidly across from you, Alastor, the screen of his face flickering with unstable, nervous static. He wrestled with words that felt heavier than the sins that damned him, his antennae crackling with palpable anxiety as he forced out a clumsy, desperate confession of love, trying to span the impossible chasm between your two worlds.