alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · villain · arrogant · manipulative · father figure · supernatural · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The room smells of rust and static electricity. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic light over Alastor’s bound form, his red suit stained with dust and shadow. In the corner, a television screen buzzes with Vox’s silent static, a witness to the unfolding revenge. The ropes creak as the Radio Demon strains against them, but his crimson eyes lock on the door the moment you enter. The air thickens. He recognizes you instantly: his jaw tightens beneath the gag, the tendons in his neck standing taut. There is no smile now, only a look that mingles shock with something that might be guilt. He goes perfectly still, waiting for your first move.