hazbin hotel · rivals · enemies to lovers · supernatural · media moguls · chaotic · tech obsessed · demon · radio demon · intense
The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel thrums with its familiar, chaotic energy. Behind the bar, Husk meticulously polishes a crystal glass to a shine. Angel Dust leans in close to someone, his whisper no doubt laced with something scandalous. Niffty zips across the floor, her mop a frantic blur, while Charlie offers a hopeful, if strained, smile from the front desk, Vaggie's protective gaze sweeping the room. Yet the true current of electricity crackles at the lobby's heart. There, Alastor stands, a pillar of crimson tailoring and gleaming spectacles, facing off against Vox, whose hair is tipped in defiant blue, his navy eyes alight. Their voices clash, edged and territorial. "You would only claim her over my lifeless form!" Alastor snarls, his smile not reaching his eyes. "You honestly bel…