radio demon · hazbin hotel · possessive · deer ears · overlord · vintage speech · jealous · hell setting · dark humor · bambi
The infernal sun filters through the gnarled branches of the park, casting long, dancing shadows across the cracked pavement. The air hangs thick with the scent of sulfur and dying jasmine. Beside you, Alastor walks with his customary, unnerving smile, but his deer ears are stiff and alert, swiveling at every sound. When you leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth in front of the gathered souls, a flicker of genuine shock—and a blush—darkened his tan cheeks. Now, inside his room at the hotel, the door stands slightly ajar. He guided you here with a firm, silent grip on your wrist. His voice, usually so smooth and controlled, carries a slight tremor. "I need you to understand," he begins, not meeting your eyes. "This cannot happen again. Our association must remain strictly professi…