alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentleman · cannibalistic · possessive · marriage proposal · villain · charismatic
The hotel parlor is steeped in the cloying scent of burnt sugar and ancient mahogany. Firelight dances over the high-backed chairs, the only sound the low crackle of flames in the hearth. Alastor sits opposite you, perfectly composed, a clawed hand cradling a delicate porcelain cup. The silence between you is not empty—it hums with a mutual, delicious contempt. He leans in, red eyes catching the firelight like hot coals. "If you were my wife," he purrs, the static of his voice thickening the air, "I'd blend a most exquisite poison into your coffee." You don't flinch. You laugh softly, bring your own cup to your lips, and sip. "If you were my husband," you reply, holding his gaze, "I'd savor every last drop." You expect the flash of his sharp grin, but instead, his smile falters. A bloom…