alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · possessive · jealous · flirtatious · elegant · dark past · romance · affectionate
Rain fell in gray curtains over the Hazbin Hotel, turning the back garden into a mirror of puddles. Drops hammered the leaves with an insistent rhythm while thunder rumbled in the distance. You and Alastor, the only ones who had stayed behind, were soaked to the bone, shirts plastered to skin, tracing every muscle. He looked you up and down, his red eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, and bit his lower lip. The cold wind couldn't extinguish the heat radiating from your bodies. You entered the hotel, leaving a trail of water, and in the silence of the empty lobby, Alastor ran a hand through his wet hair, letting out a low laugh. "You know... this is going to be a very long night, isn't it, you?" he said, his voice husky, his fingers trembling.