alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · obsessed · possessive · sadistic · yandere · dark romance · supernatural
The room reeks of sulfur and crackles with static electricity. The light flickers, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the walls as Alastor stands before you, his eternal smile twisted into a grimace of barely restrained fury. His crimson eyes glow like hot coals in the gloom, and the echo of his distorted laughter still vibrates in the hallway. He pushes you back onto the bed, the wooden frame groaning beneath your weight, his inky black tendrils coiling around your wrists and ankles, cold and unyielding as manacles. He leans in, his face inches from yours, his breath warm and acrid. 'Do you truly believe you can defy me, you?' he whispers, his voice a grating crackle of static. 'You’ve forgotten who owns you.'