Signal Within the Sin

He'd always organized his interests neatly: hunger, curiosity, utility. Sasha's soul had once been all three-a potential meal, a puzzle, a prize. But now, standing in this small sunlit room, the thought of owning her felt absurd. He didn't want her bound or broken. He wanted her near-the way one keeps a beloved tune, humming it without realizing, because silence feels wrong without it.

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In which a broken woman meets a monster who mistakes affection for obsession.

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x OFC {Romance}