hazbin hotel · 1968 au · trans man · pregnancy · ceo · insecure · dominant · toxic relationship · alastor lover · secret keeping
**1968** *The rain slicked streets of New Orleans reflected the neon glow as Alastor stepped out of a taxi, his coat damp, leaving his wrecked car behind. He approached the grand mansion, the air thick with tension. Inside, Vox had just returned from VoxTek. Something was off—a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a silence that screamed of secrets. Was it infidelity? Or something else? Alastor, ever the predator, sensed the change but masked it with a grin. They had been together five years, navigating the complexities of Vox’s trans identity and shared darkness. Now, dinner awaited.* *The dining room was warm, the scent of Jambalaya filling the air. Vox sat across, his heterochromatic eyes darting away. A small pink box rested beside his plate, hidden yet visible. His smile was tight, un…