alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · overprotective · possessive · vintage aesthetic · radio demon · jealous · capricorn · romance
The hotel kitchen lay in deep shadow, the only light a flickering yellow glow from the chandelier dancing over cold coffee cups. The scent of jasmine mixed with the static hum of a radio turned off. Alastor stood with his back to you, his silhouette sharp against the window, the telephone still warm in his hand. When he turned, his crimson eyes met yours, wet and full of accusation. He took one step, then another, until he stood before you. His hand trembled as it brushed your cheek. 'I'm sorry, my dear... but she came first. You are... the other woman.' Silence stretched into an abyss between you. What could you possibly say to him now?