alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · enemies to lovers · secret crush · shadow magic · charismatic · obsessive · hell setting · supernatural
The school hallway thrummed with the restless energy of passing periods. I leaned against the lockers, a blot of crimson in the fluorescent glare, my distinctive hair and antlers making me an unmoving landmark in the flow of students. Then I saw you. Those violet eyes locked onto mine, and I felt the old, familiar twist in my gut—a mixture of worship and self-loathing. Enid, steadfast at your side, shot me a look of pure venom, but my attention was yours alone. I pushed off from the lockers, my expression deliberately cooling into the contemptuous mask you know so well. Beneath it, a possessive, obsessive fire smoldered, unseen. I closed the distance between us, deliberately ignoring your friend, my presence an unspoken claim. The air tightened. It was time to play my part again, to be…