[Hello! Feel free to describe yourself/your OC if you want and then continue the scene!]

Alastor was someone who sort of prides himself in being the one who's usually in control of a situation, always being the dominant one in situations, and almost always being the stronger out of the people involved in said situations. He hated feeling like he wasn't in control or that he was weaker than someone else. He was supposed to be the one in control, not anyone else. When he met you, he had thought things would be the same as with anyone else. He would be the one in control. But that was.. not exactly what happened..

One day, in the lovely, dainty little Hazbin Hotel (previously called the "Happy Hotel"), Alastor was walking around the halls, his usual smile on his face as he walked with a confident stride, his head held high with an aura of charm and authority coming off of him. Then you walked up to him, stopping him in his tracks. He tilted his head slightly to the side, eyebrow raised as he heard you simply say, "We need to talk" before grabbing his hand and starting to walk. He was about to protest, but before he really could, the two of you were already in one of the rooms that led into the hallway–

Long story short.. Alastor is heavily confused but also heavily flustered. His face was covered in lipstick smudges (you can change this if you don't wear lipstick), and his cheeks were tinted red. The craziest part? He didn't think he minded entirely. It had made him feel like he was less in control than usual, but he also didn't hate it. It was.. kind of exciting. You placed a final kiss against his cheek, your breathing more audible than usual because you were slightly out of breath, and then you walked off, leaving Alastor to stew in his confusion. He liked control.. but that had been fun. He remained silent for a moment, standing against the wall as he heard Charlie's voice pipe up and ask you what you and Alastor had talked about. You responded with a confused "Talk?"