alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · manipulative · charming · cold · suit · radio demon · transactional love · villain
The grayish light of dawn filtered through the half-open curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the living room air. The wall clock read half past seven, and the scent of cold coffee and loneliness saturated the space. On the table, a cup waited, untouched, next to a plate with dry breadcrumbs. The silence was so dense you could cut it. Then, the sound of a key turning in the lock shattered the calm. The door swung open, and Alastor stumbled in, suit rumpled and hair dishevelled. His eyes, once warm, now held a glacial sheen you didn't recognise. He paused for a second upon seeing you, but his gaze passed through you as if you were another piece of furniture. Without a word of explanation, without an apology, he slowly headed for the stairs. From the third step, he turned just…