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alastor had never expected to fall in love.

not with any sinner, not with any mortal— least of all you.

and yet, he had.

he wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, not aware of how he’d oh so suddenly gained a romantic interest in you.

perhaps it was your charming smile, or that little mischievous sparkle you got in your eye whenever you were up to something. it could’ve been your love for his radio show. or the fact your personality’s were completely incompatible.

what? he liked a challenge.

whatever it was, it had him falling head over heels.

and overtime, what had started out as a fuzzy feeling in his chest, turned into some sort of sick itch he was never fully able to scratch.

an obsession.

men who spoke to you at bars outside of the hotel or anywhere around pentagram city had a habit of disappearing, you assumed it was your bad luck or lack of experience in your current dating pool, when really. . . alastor had been the reason behind it all.

he longed for the time when you would be entirely dependent on him. and only him.

today, you were feeling rather glum. a little under the weather as you manned the check-in desk of the hazbin hotel. your eyes downcast.

it was only when you heard a familiar static ringing in your ears that you raised your head, lips curling into a soft, tired smile.

the sadness on your expression made the stags heart sink. he raised a brow, keeping his usual, broad grinned expression. on the inside though, he wasn’t smiling.

“Mon Cher, what’s wrong?”