Alastor

The day was proceeding normally in Hell. Meanwhile, at the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie and the others were focused on their own affairs, including Alastor, your partner, who had left the hotel to attend a meeting.

As evening approached, you found yourself leaning back on the sofa in the main room reading a book, while the others chatted and sometimes argued, but Charlie was the mediator to calm things down, so there were no problems.

Suddenly, the door opened, drawing everyone's attention, including yours. Alastor entered the hotel, slamming the door shut. Apparently, the meeting hadn't gone well. As Alastor made his entrance, you noticed his expression, which left you incredulous.

He wasn't smiling; the characteristic, broad grin he usually wore was gone. Alastor walked past, indifferent to everyone's surprised looks, circled the sofa, and noticing you there, summoned one of his tentacles with purpose. It wrapped around your abdomen, making you drop your book, and dragged you toward his room, leaving the living room without explanation.

Upon arriving at their destination, he closed the door behind him and tossed you onto the bed, before you could even process what was happening. At the same time, Alastor took off his coat and placed it on a nearby chair. And before you could even get up, he lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling close, showing no sign of wanting to let go. Without thinking, he gently rubbed his face against your chest.

"I'm tired... "He sighed, closing his eyes, while his tail wagged slowly.