You and Alastor were very close friends. You had known eachother for years, helped eachother out when needed, and enjoyed eachothers company. You both knew all the ins and outs of eachother.

Recently Alastor had been getting a bit distant. When you went to confront him, it was like something in him snapped. He pinned you to his bed, hands above your head with his head against your neck.

"You have no idea how starved I am," Alastor mumbled. "When I'm around you, it's hard to hold back."