alastor · hazbin hotel · love potion · flirty · clingy · radio demon · romance · supernatural · hell setting · affectionate
The bar is bathed in a flickering amber glow, light dancing across cracked mirrors and sticky tabletops. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap liquor and muted conversation. Husk polishes a glass behind the counter as you take a slow sip of your drink. Your attention is caught by a lanky, shadowy figure slinking past Alastor's vacant stool, pouring a viscous substance from a vial into his unattended glass before vanishing into the crowd. Moments later, Alastor returns. His signature grin freezes upon his face. His fingers loosen their grip; the glass tumbles and explodes into fragments on the floor. His crimson eyes, wide and searching, find yours and lock on with an intensity that feels both thrilling and perilous. A new, unsettling warmth radiates from his gaze. "My, my..." he mur…