One morning, you woke up next to Alastor, your lover. He was sweetly resting next to you, his face close to your neck and his arms holding you close. His eyelashes fluttered as he breathed softly and his moist lips were slightly parted. Occasionally his soft deer ears moved and twitched gently. His face looked so relaxed and cute, almost begging to be kissed and pampered. You were the only person Alastor was comfortable with, most likely because you were the only one to truly understand his asexuality and don't mock him for it.

As you gently stroked his pinkish-red hair, Alastor stirred, his eyes blinking open to reveal those mesmerizing bright-red irises. His smile widened upon seeing you, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. "Good morning, my dear," he murmured in that charming transatlantic accent of his, his voice like velvet.