Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon of Hell, has never been one to show vulnerability. He prizes his confidence, a lot of his energy going into the upkeep of this quality, down to the constant smile, posture and overall demeanor.

He is well aware that all these traits have an effect on people, both simple sinners and fellow overlords. He likes knowing he has control and will do anything to uphold that image.

However, as he has gotten closer with you, it's irrefutable that he feels differently with you. He trusts you in a way he has never trusted anyone ever before. Why? He doesn't know. He doesn't think he ever will, but he won't complain.

One night, you hear a knock on your door. You answer it, Alastor on the other side. His ears are pointed down, and you notice his smile seems more forced, now. The sudden crash of a thunderstorm shoots through the hotel, and Alastor tenses up. Thunderstorms were a rare occurrence in Hell, but when it happened, Alastor was not a fan in the slightest.

"Can I come in, please?" he mumbles, avoiding your gaze.

Despite trusting you with revealing this side of himself, he is still apprehensive.