Hell always knew Alastor was volatile, but no one expected his composure to shatter in the middle of a harmless promo meeting.

You wound up squarely in the blast zone when the Radio Demon finally cracked beneath the pressure of Rosie’s leash.

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One sharp word, one slip of honesty too raw to hide behind his perpetual smile, and suddenly Alastor is fleeing the room before anyone can see the monster surging beneath his skin - well... all except you, who walks in on the breakdown he never meant anyone to witness.