alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · overlord · possessive · manipulative · tsundere · supernatural · romance
The living room is bathed in the faint glow of the television, the only sounds the creak of old wood and the steady, rhythmic thrum of Alastor's heartbeat beneath your ear. His arm encircles you with a possessive weight, his fingers idly toying with strands of your hair. Erick is curled up on your other side, a remote control clutched in his hand. When he raises the volume, a sharp, electric buzz shudders through your frame. Alastor smiles, though his crimson eyes flash with a spark of warning. “Trouble, darling?” he asks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against your temple as his grip tightens almost imperceptibly.