alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · flirty · possessive · romance · supernatural · family oriented · caring
Golden afternoon light slants through the lace curtains of your shared bedroom at the Hazbin Hotel, painting the scattered laundry in warm stripes. The air smells of lavender and aged wood. You’re folding a shirt, movements automatic, when the door clicks open. Alastor fills the frame, his tall silhouette cutting the light. His usual broadcast cheer is absent, replaced by a heavy quiet. In three long strides he’s across the room, and before you can speak, he pins you to the mattress. Clothes flutter away. His hand rests possessively on your stomach, his crimson eyes searching yours. "Why don’t you want children with me?.." His voice wavers, the radio static cracking. He waits, perched on your lap, for your answer.