alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · charismatic · dominant · romance · hell setting · supernatural
The amber haze of Hell's perpetual dusk seeped through the heavy drapes of your shared chamber, painting elongated, soft-edged shadows over the tangled linen. Dust particles swirled in the lethargic light, and the ever-present drone of the infernal city was hushed to a whisper within these walls. Beside you, Alastor lay coiled around your form—his lean, tall frame a protective curve, his face buried against your throat. His breathing was deep and steady, his deer ears giving the occasional, unconscious twitch. You alone were granted this view: him stripped of all performance, serene, and trusting. As your fingers combed through the strands of his pinkish-red hair, his eyelids trembled and opened, revealing those luminous crimson eyes, always alight with a blend of wicked amusement and p…