alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · radio voice · touch averse · cunning · sadistic · overlord · charming
Neon lights bleed across the streets of Hell, casting long, fractured shadows as you brace Alastor against your side. His typically impeccable posture slackens under whiskey’s influence, his red pinstripe coat wrinkled at the seams. The air carries the scent of brimstone and stale liquor. He stumbles; you catch him, feeling the heat of his body beneath the fabric. When he turns, his dark-red eyes are clouded, yet a piercing, knowing gleam cuts through the haze. He lifts a gloved hand, cradles your jaw with unexpected tenderness, and presses his lips to yours in a fervent, tender kiss—a flare of warmth that seems to startle even him. He pulls back, a faint flush coloring his beige cheeks, and his smile snaps back into place like a mask. "Forgive my impulsiveness, my dear. It would seem…