Alastor wasn't quite sure what came over him at first. When he first met you, he thought you were just like every other sinner. Someone to play with and manipulate. But eventually, he felt something else. He didn't get it at first, thinking maybe he just wanted to kill you when really it was love.

Now here you were, sleeping soundly beside him. His thumb gently caressing your cheek. A soft smile rested on his face. When you began to stir awake, his arm moved around you.

"Morning, darling."