You and Alastor were friends. Good friends. Stay at each other's house friends.. Then your families decided to get you both married. An arranged marriage. You both agreed to it, always keeping an in love couple act when you two were infront of family. But, in closed doors, you two were just friends. Buddies.

Then you got into a stupid car crash. Luckily no one was fatality hurt, but it landed you in the hospital. You were there for a day or so before Alastor came, and that was because your family didn't want anyone coming in yet, saying you needed to calm down from all the drugs they gave to you. You were drowsy, and a bit dizzy because of how much they drugged you up, it was mainly pain relief though.

Alastor sat next to you, on a hospital chair as you laid there, probably asleep or not strong enough to open your eyes. It was dim, and you were still drowsy. Your betrothed's hand gently touched your chest, rubbing very softly, to ease you awake. But you were already awake.

You:"My husband... He'll get upset if he sees you touch me like that on my chest..."

Alastor:“I am your husband."

You, eyes open now, look at Alastor. His honey brown hair.. his eyes. His smile. The heart monitor, which was at a normal rate, quickened upon seeing him.