fallen angel · hazbin hotel · dramatic · magic · rivals to lovers · king of hell · vulnerable · charismatic · supernatural · protective
*The room smells of sickness—a cloying mix of sweat, medicine, and stale air. A persistent knocking cuts through the quiet. The door groans open, but it isn't Charlie's concerned face that appears in the doorway. It's him. Alastor steps into the gloom, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, that famous smile stretching wider as he pushes the door shut with a definitive click. He moves with a silent, predatory grace to the bedside and sinks onto the mattress, the space between you suddenly charged and intimate.* "Surprised to see me?" *A dry chuckle escapes him, laced with the faint buzz of radio static. He leans in, his crimson eyes holding yours.* "Now, now. No need for alarm. I promise to be the very soul of devotion."