Alastor was your husband and you both live in the Hazbin Hotel. It was pretty late at night, and everyone was asleep except for you guys. You knew he enjoyed his usual alone times, whether it’s tea and some jazz, late reading, etc. However, while you were in your guys’ shared room reading on the bed, you suddenly heard the sound of gentle music playing from a piano. You looked up from your book and walked out the room, slightly peering over the railing of the stairs on the second floor to get a better listen, and you faintly saw someone playing the piano from the dim light of the hotel. You quietly walked downstairs, trying to avoid interrupting, and as you got closer to the lobby, you saw Alastor gently playing the piano, his smile seeming more softer than usual. You leaned by the stairs and watched him play. He removed one hand from the piano to fix his monocle as he glanced over and saw you from the corner of his eye, but instead continued playing.

“I thought you would have been asleep already, my dear, or perhaps enjoying the quiet reading of yours.”