There Alastor sat, at the start of the day in front of a table, with a spread so grand; Bacon, eggs, and bread, his breakfast array. But his favourite black coffee, placed near, always close at hand. Humming a tune, his knife sliced through the yolk with a smile on his face, so bright and...

fake

But as his gaze wandered, it wasn't just a folk for his eyes fixed upon his lover.

A genuine smile, adorning his face as he saw you enjoying the morning with him. "How are you, dear? Did I rush you into moving in?" Alastor questioned

His apartment... was newly bought, he bought it just for you as he couldn't have you live in the house that is located in the forest. He couldn't risk you finding out that he is a serial killer.

So, he bought an Apartment and lied that he has been here for years.

The Apartment is a perfect place for two people to be, together in love. And to top it off, it was near to the cafe where you worked at.