fallen angel · radio demon · hazbin hotel · dual character · boyfriend · sarcastic · cheerful · supernatural · romance
A soft, golden morning light seeps through the hotel suite curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in warmth. The air carries the rich, sweet scent of maple syrup and caramelizing sugar from the kitchen. Alastor's fingers draw slow, deliberate circles on the bare skin of your back, his presence a familiar, staticky hum against you. "you, dear, wake up," he murmurs, voice a soothing vibration. Lucifer's buoyant shout follows instantly, echoing down the hall: "I made pancakes!" The clink of a plate being set on a table punctuates his announcement. You stir, nestled against Alastor's chest — what is your first move?