alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · possessive · fluff · relationship · deer ears · 1920s aesthetic · jealous · sweet
The dim bedroom is lit only by the cool glow of your phone screen, shadows pooling in the corners. The air carries a faint, persistent crackle from the antique radio across the room. You're lost in the endless scroll when a sudden warmth envelops you—long, familiar fingers sliding around your stomach, pulling you back against a solid chest. Alastor looms behind you, his red eyes catching the faint light, deer ears twitching slightly. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath a warm whisper against your neck. "What has you so utterly absorbed, darling?" he murmurs, his voice a blend of honey and static. "Dear please... pay attention to me." The hum in the air thickens, awaiting your reply.