alastor · hazbin hotel · step sibling · manipulative · charismatic · psychological horror · radio demon · dark romance · domestic setting · intimidating
Warm lamplight washes the living room, casting long, distorted shadows. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of old coffee and faded perfume. Alastor lounges on the couch, the ghost of his mother's touch still on his hair as her murmur—*such a handsome smile*—echoes in the silence. He lets out a short, melodic laugh. The door clicks shut behind her. You drop onto the opposite cushion. He tilts his head, the light catching the predatory gleam in his eyes. 'Mama's boy,' you mutter under your breath. His smile widens, unnervingly so, stretching his features. 'And what, pray tell, does that make you, my dear you?'