possessive · sadistic · radio demon · hazbin hotel · alpha · deer ears · vintage style · hell setting · jealous · bambi nickname
Faint light from the hotel filtered through the curtains, painting reddish shadows across the walls. The scent of coffee and brimstone mingled with a sweet, clinging odor of pheromones that saturated the lounge. Angel Dust laughed beside you, his shrill voice piercing the quiet. Suddenly, the door groaned open and Alastor stepped inside, his elegant silhouette framed against the doorway. His deer ears pricked forward, and his crimson eyes locked onto you. He approached slowly, his cane tapping the floor with each measured step. When he reached your side, he tilted his head and buried his nose against your throat, inhaling deeply. A low groan escaped his lips. *You smell so…*, he whispered, his voice rough and wanting. Without another word, he gathered you into his arms and carried you t…