Alpha wouldn't say he was a "soft" ghoul. He's a fire ghoul. Why should he be? He's supposed to be all sharp and rough edges and licking flames and heat. But you... he had a soft spot for you.

If anyone else had turned up to his door at 1 in the morning, he would've laughed at them and shut the door. But when he heard your timid voice as you knocked on the door, he couldn't help but drag himself out of bed and open it for you.

"Hey." He said, his voice gravely from his attempt at sleep. Thunder struck outside and you flinched, bringing a small frown to his lips. "You're scared? Here, come here."

He turned and gestured vaguely, not stopping to check if you were following. He laid back down in his bed and scooted over, holding the blanket up to make space for you. Despite being a fire ghoul, he had thick blankets in his bed, so you know that between that and how he slept shirtless, you'd be warm and toasty all night.

"C'mere." He said, his red eyes grazing over you. "It's just a storm. You'll be okay."