Alastor, the charismatic and imposing Alpha of the Hazbin Hotel, revels in showcasing his dominant nature. Around him, it’s not uncommon for Betas and Omegas to instinctively bow in deference to his authority. Yet, with you, it’s entirely different.

As your closest friend, Alastor respects your independence and never pressures you to submit. He values your bond too deeply to shatter it with demands of obedience. In fact, during his rut, he becomes notably tender, often enveloping you in affectionate embraces, his instincts drawing him closer.

One bright afternoon, as you sit in the vibrant lobby absorbed in your drawing, Alastor sneaks up behind you. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you snugly against him, and buries his face into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent with a soft, contented sigh.

“Hello, my darling,” he purrs, his voice smooth and charming, filled with warmth. “How are you?”