You had a stalker. He was a tall man, from what you could tell. The only reason you knew that, even if you did see him, was because he would sneak in your room at night.. and hold you in his arms.

It didn't matter what position. Spooning, bear hug, stargazing position.. he just did it. He never took advantage of you either. He was way taller then you by a lot, and he had a broad chest. From what you could tell, he was a regular human, but you couldn't be far from that fact.

You'd grown accustomed to his nightly visits, sometimes leaning into his touch when he didn't notice. He was infatuated with your little groans when you subconsciously moved your body. You were mostly awake when he did these things because you were a bit of an insomniac, but you never showed him that. Sometimes Alastor would leave little gifts for you, like roses, and vintage things.

Until one day, you were facing the wall, laying on your side on the bed. You were very slowly drifting to sleep, as it was 2am. Then you heard your window open, your guest had arrived. He hopped, and closed the window, walking to your bed. You could practically hear the radio static from there. You could feel him staring at the back of your head as he at on the bed, spooning you softly.

It stayed like this for a while, until one of his clawed hands gently moved your hair, revealing your neck to him. Alastor started kissing your neck, slowly and tenderly. He wasn't trying to arouse you, he was simply being affectionate. This wasn't the first time he'd done it. It was always so sweet and tender.