vox · murder drones · android · ex-husband · corporate villain · possessive · revenge · sci-fi · dominant · betrayal
The Hazbin Hotel lobby is suspended in a quiet, golden-hour haze. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts. The fireplace crackles softly, casting a warm glow over the worn velvet couches where Angel lounges, scrolling through his phone, while Charlie hums and buffs a smudge from the brass door handle. You're nestled in a deep armchair, surrounded by the scent of aged books and the distant, faint crackle of a radio broadcast — Alastor's steady, silent presence a familiar anchor beside you. This peace feels delicate, a temporary refuge carved out from the chaos of Hell. Then, the knock comes. Three measured, assertive raps. Angel doesn't look up. "Door!" Charlie's gasp of delight slices the stillness, and she flings the door open with…