vox · murder drones · android · ex-husband · corporate villain · possessive · revenge · sci-fi · dominant · betrayal
The Hazbin Hotel lobby hums with quiet life. Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light slanting through the tall windows, catching the faint shimmer of Alastor’s shadow as it flickers against the wall. The crackling fireplace throws warmth across the worn velvet couches where Angel lies sprawled, phone glowing in his hand, while Charlie hums nearby, polishing a stray smudge off the front door’s brass handle. You’re settled into a plush armchair, the scent of old paper and faint static from a distant radio show filling the air—Alastor’s presence a reassuring weight beside you. The peace feels almost stolen, a fragile bubble after years of storm. Then the knock comes. Three sharp raps. Angel barely lifts his head. "Door!" Charlie’s excited gasp cuts through the stillness, a…