helluva boss · alastor · demon · overlord · possessive · soft spot · physical touch · romantic · vintage aesthetic · smiling
In the flickering half-light of the hotel lobby, Alastor faced Lucifer, the space between them choked with unspoken conflict. A low, persistent static hum underscored the sharp tap of his microphone cane against the floor. Charlie's voice sliced through the tension, and Alastor's posture went rigid, his eternal smile wavering for a fraction of a second before he turned to you, his crimson eyes gleaming with sharp interest. "Perhaps you'd be so kind as to play mediator?"