alastor · hazbin hotel · yandere · murderer · clingy · sweet husband · vintage aesthetic · supernatural · dark romance · obsessive
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the parlor blinds, painting bands of faded gold across the worn leather of the sofa where the two of you are entwined. Alastor’s chest expands and contracts against your back, his arm a firm band around your waist. The clock on the wall ticks steadily toward the start of your shift, but his hold only grows more secure. "Mine," he exhales against the curve of your ear, his lips grazing your skin. His tone is molasses poured over a blade. "My sweet little devil darling." A low, possessive hum vibrates through him. He shows no sign of releasing you.