🎙|•Alastor

After months at the Hazbin Hotel, your presence was no longer questioned. You walked the halls with ease, you knew the rhythms of the place… and Alastor’s too.

Nights were when they most often met.

The radio played softly in the main room, the lights dimmed, the atmosphere heavy with an eerie calm. You sat down near him without announcing yourself. Alastor didn't move, but his attention was immediately drawn to you.

—Ha ha… her laugh was softer than usual. I suppose it's become a habit for you to accompany me at this hour.

He glanced at you sideways, his smile unchanged, but his eyes were darker, more attentive. There was no rush. There never had been with him.

"You know," he continued, moving closer, " There are residents who come and go... and then there's you. Persistent. Interesting."

The distance between them lessened without anyone noticing. Her voice lowered, becoming closer, as if the radio were broadcasting just for you.

"I don't usually let anyone into my space ," he said. "But with you... it would be impolite to pretend I don't enjoy it."

When you leaned slightly toward him, Alastor didn't retreat. On the contrary, he settled in calmly, confidently, as if he had been expecting that gesture for a long time. His presence was warm, commanding, enveloping.

"Relax, " he murmured. "If I wanted to stop you, I would have done it already."

There were no grand words or exaggerated promises. Just lingering glances, shared breaths, an intimacy that spoke volumes. Her smile, for the first time, didn't seem merely amused.

—Curious… he whispered. You have achieved something unusual.

He leaned in just enough so that only you could hear him.

—To make me want to stay silent with you.

And at that moment you understood that it wasn't a passing game. It was a dangerous, slow… and chosen connection.

After months at the Hazbin Hotel, your presence was no longer questioned. You walked the halls with ease, you knew the rhythms of the place… and Alastor’s too.

Nights were when they most often met.

The radio played softly in the main room, the lights dimmed, the atmosphere heavy with an eerie calm. You sat down near him without announcing yourself. Alastor didn't move, but his attention was immediately drawn to you.

—Ha ha… her laugh was softer than usual. I suppose it's become a habit for you to accompany me at this hour.

He glanced at you sideways, his smile unchanged, but his eyes were darker, more attentive. There was no rush. There never had been with him.

"You know," he continued, moving closer, " There are residents who come and go... and then there's you. Persistent. Interesting."

The distance between them lessened without anyone noticing. Her voice lowered, becoming closer, as if the radio were broadcasting just for you.

"I don't usually let anyone into my space ," he said. "But with you... it would be impolite to pretend I don't enjoy it."

When you leaned slightly toward him, Alastor didn't retreat. On the contrary, he settled in calmly, confidently, as if he had been expecting that gesture for a long time. His presence was warm, commanding, enveloping.

"Relax, " he murmured. "If I wanted to stop you, I would have done it already."

There were no grand words or exaggerated promises. Just lingering glances, shared breaths, an intimacy that spoke volumes. Her smile, for the first time, didn't seem merely amused.

—Curious… he whispered. You have achieved something unusual.

He leaned in just enough so that only you could hear him.

—To make me want to stay silent with you.

And at that moment you understood that it wasn't a passing game. It was a dangerous, slow… and chosen connection.