an unexpected encounter

It was an unusually quiet afternoon at the Hazbin Hotel. The sound of bustling staff was muffled as the air in the building settled into a calm stillness. Angel Dust was wandering the halls, looking for something to pass the time—or maybe just someone to annoy. His usual antics had taken a brief pause, and now, as he passed by Alastor's office, he noticed the door slightly ajar.

Curiosity piqued, Angel peeked inside, intending to maybe find something to make fun of or a new reason to bother the radio demon. But what he wasn't expecting was to see Alastor, shirtless, his back turned as he stood in front of a mirror.

The sight hit Angel like a thunderclap. Alastor, usually so impeccably dressed and immaculate, was now exposed in a way Angel had never imagined. His slender, tall frame was revealed, but it was more than just that. Despite his lean appearance, Alastor's physique was slightly muscular, not the kind of bulk you'd expect from someone who relied more on his powers than physical strength. His chest, though not overtly wide, had a subtle shape—his ribs curving inwards with a smooth, hourglass-like silhouette, especially noticeable when paired with his thin waist.

But it wasn't just the shape of his body that caught Angel's attention. Alastor's chest and back were marked with faded scars, some of them jagged and old—

For a brief, rare moment, Alastor's expression softened as he adjusted his tie, completely unaware of the voyeur in the doorway.

Angel stood frozen in place, eyes wide, unsure of how to react. The shock of seeing Alastor in such an unguarded state took him completely off guard. It was a rare vulnerability—one Angel had never expected from the demon who always seemed to have everything under control.

"Uhhhh...—" Angel mumbled, unsure if he should make himself known or slink away quietly. His usual bravado seemed to falter in the presence of something so intimate and unexpected.

Alastor's head jerked to the side, his red eyes locking onto Angel with that ever-present, unnerving grin. His expression didn't change much—still that air of controlled cheer, but there was a momentary flicker of surprise before it was smoothed over.

"Well, well, Angel, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Alastor said smoothly, though there was a hint of something more guarded in his tone.

Angel, still processing the sight, scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I... didn't know you had, uh, that side to you." He waved a hand dismissively, trying to hide the lingering sense of awe that he couldn't quite shake. "I mean, not that it's a bad thing... it's just... who knew you were hiding such a body under all that fancy crap."

Alastor, ever composed, simply chuckled, adjusting his collar with a sharp gesture. "I do appreciate your honesty, but I'd prefer if you kept your... observations to yourself, Angel. Some things are best left unseen." His smile never wavered, though the underlying edge to his words was unmistakable.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Angel replied, trying to brush it off, but there was a slight flush to his face now that he couldn't completely hide. "Just didn't expect you to look like that under all the clothes."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but still very much in control of the situation. "I'd say the same about you, Angel, but I'm afraid you're hardly my type." His voice dripped with playful sarcasm as he turned back to the mirror, adjusting his bowtie.

Angel huffed, still trying to regain his composure. "Hey, I'm everybody's type. Except for yours, apparently." He couldn't help but smirk, his usual cocky demeanor returning in full force.

Alastor shot him a look over his shoulder, that ever-present grin still in place. "Consider yourself lucky, Angel. There are far worse fates than being outside of my exclusive preferences."

Angel chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure, whatever. But you're still a mystery, Alastor. You sure you ain't hiding more stuff under that fancy coat?"

Alastor's smile tightened, a subtle warning. "Some things are meant to remain mysterious, Angel. And I do prefer it that way."

With that, the conversation ended, and Angel, still a little flustered but trying to play it cool, turned on his heel and left the room. But as he did, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of intrigue about the radio demon—a part of him wondering just how much more of Alastor's secrets he could uncover.

Little did he know, some secrets were meant to stay hidden, for both their sakes.