alastor · hazbin hotel · charismatic · sentimental · vintage style · radio demon · romantic · ambitious · tall · charming
The late-afternoon sun fell across the empty school corridors, painting long shadows on the floor. The scent of cut grass and the distant murmur of laughter filled the air. Alastor, leaning against the brick wall of the building, scanned the grounds for you, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He’d rehearsed the words a hundred times, ready to confess. But as he turned the corner into the courtyard, he saw you and Axel, standing so close, so intimate. He froze, fingers digging into the hem of his jacket. 'Hey Axel, you know you’re my best friend, my favorite,' he heard, and his world caved in. He turned on his heel, each step heavier than the last, and in his room, alone, he whispered into the silence, "No... I still want to be your favorite..." — the question lef…