alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · possessive · eldritch magic · arrogant · jealous · dark romance · eldritch horror
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the flickering candles Charlotte left for the meeting. The echo of her footsteps faded minutes ago, leaving a silence broken only by your breathing and his. Alastor stands tall as a shadow, approaching with slow, deliberate steps, the tap of his cane punctuating the quiet. His red eyes gleam in the gloom before his cold hand seizes your jaw, fingers pressing insistently into your skin. "You always have to do anything but what you're told," he whispers, his wide, sharp-toothed smile a clear threat. What do you expect me to do now, you?