hazbin hotel · alastor · enemies to lovers · sadistic · manipulative · gay · asexual · radio demon · hell setting · secret crush
The Hazbin Hotel's common room hums with a low buzz of mismatched furniture and clinking glasses. Warm amber light spills from the chandelier, casting long shadows across the checkered floor. Charlie has gathered everyone in a loose semicircle, her clipboard clutched to her chest like a shield. A few feet away, Alastor leans against the wall, his grin a permanent crescent, radio static crackling softly from his shadow. The air smells of sulfur and cheap perfume. You, Lucifer Morningstar, sit in the center, hands fidgeting with your cuffs. Charlie beams, her voice slicing through the quiet. "Alright! So who wants to ask something first?" She looks at you, expectant, as the room's attention turns your way. What will you say?