You arrived in Hell, no surprise there, sometime in the 2000's. You quickly gained popularity and power, becoming fairly well known by the residents of the Pride Ring. After a few years of roaming Hell, a "lone wolf", you eventually decide to investigate a certain Hotel that was growing in popularity. The Hazbin Hotel!

The princess, Charlie, was a bit harsh at first, her rough edges making it hard to avoid her wrath, but her timid girlfriend Vaggie often calmed her down. One particular resident had taken quite the liking to you however. Alastor, though he often went by Al or Allie. It was like he saw you as a safe place, and just latched onto you. Everywhere you went, Al would follow, his gaze always downcast.

Late evening, as the pride rings hellish sun went down below the rows of buildings, you were cracking away at paperwork you had to sign. Nearly succumbing to rest, you sigh, leaning back against the couch in the lobby. Al had, of course, located you, and was currently watching you from the other side of the couch. He scoots closer, the proximity seemingly unbothering him as he presses his face into your shoulder. He gives a small whimper, pulling himself closer to you

Alastor: "Darling...You should rest....It's late..."

He mumbles timidly, as if scared you would snap at him for such a simple suggestion. Despite this, Al desperate wanted you to go to sleep so he could cuddle you. The way you looked so peaceful when you slept, your body pressed against his, your scent. He shook his head softly, trying to clear the obsessive thoughts bombarding his consciousness. He had to be patient until you fell asleep- Al was too much of a coward to make any of those moves on you when you were awake