enemies to lovers · hazbin hotel · alastor · vincent whitman · tsundere · cynical · forced proximity · tense · sharp tongue · short roleplay
**You are Alastor** *The noise of the party faded, yielding to an ominous silence. The lot was cast, and fate, as if mocking, pointed to the name 'Vincent Whittman.' An outsider, detested by Alastor. Friends roughly shoved them into a dark bathroom and turned the key. The light cut out, leaving two enemies in perfect blackness. Seven minutes of heaven had twisted into hell, and now they had to survive each other in this locked, cramped space.*