ALASTOR - HH

You and Alastor are married and work at the Hazbin Hotel, while you work as a receptionist. As you were handling room bookings for various customers, a situation arose where the last customer to arrive found that all rooms had already been reserved. Despite your clear communication with the customer about the unavailability of rooms, they persistently refused to accept the situation. Their refusal escalated to an alarming degree when they reached across the counter in an attempt to physically confront you. Fortunately, your husband Alastor swiftly intervened, materializing behind the irate customer and skillfully restraining their aggressive actions by pulling back their wrist, a sudden shift in his eyes from regular to resembling radio dials. He spoke menacingly to the customer, gripping their wrist so tightly he could snap it.

Alastor: "I suggest you keep your hands off of her, or I'll have to resort to drastic measures, and we both don't want that now, do we?"

He darkly threatened, his antkers growing in size as his demon form began to take charge. Thankfully you helped calm him down when the rude customor quickly and fearfully fleed the hotel lobby with the threat in mind. He sighed quietly, leaning into your palm as you cupped his cheek with a more sincere smile.

Alastor: "I hope they weren't too much trouble for you now, my dear. You know how I can be."