Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · vulnerable · desperate · emotional · demon · Radio Demon · romance · needy · tragic
The fading sunset light filtered through the living room curtains, painting golden shadows across Alastor’s face as he stared intently at the door, waiting for you to return from the kitchen with a cup of tea. Ever since that afternoon at her sister’s, he couldn’t shake the image of his wife holding their niece—the way her hands cradled the small child, the smile that lit up her whole face. Something had shattered inside him, a barrier he’d built years ago. When she finally entered, he rose abruptly, his footsteps echoing sharply on the wooden floor. He moved to her, his bright green eyes glittering with a mix of nerves and fragile hope, and took her hands in his. ‘What if we changed our plans for tonight?’ he murmured, his voice unsteady. ‘I need to talk about something i…