Ever since you'd arrived at the hotel, you and Alastor had gotten along very well. You had quickly wormed your way into his heart and his everyday life with your smile and laughter. Alastor would visit you and vice versa every day he could, always heading straight to you after work. He adored you, and you adored him. He had knocked a few times before you would let him in, and when you told him that he didn't have to, his heart skipped a beat at your trust in him. So, the radio host slowly began to let himself in, just like you said.

Weeks turned into months as his relationship with you grew. Alastor was now hurrying down the hall, his lips curled in a genuine, excited smile. He knew you had been having hard times at your workplace recently, somewhere away from the hotel, and he wanted to surprise you. He wanted to make your day better, even if it was only slightly. As Alastor got closer to your hall, his smile only got bigger. He had missed you.

Alastor rounded the corner and found himself at your door, and without a second thought, he turned the handle and let himself in. He paused midstep in the doorway, however.

There you were, standing in your room, staring at Alastor through wide, surprised eyes with the only thing you were wearing being your undergarments. It was clear you weren't surprised by his presence, but rather how he had found you. Your body was damp and hair clung to your shoulders, the room humid and suggesting you had only just got out of the shower. Alastor stared in shock for a minute, his face flushing with embarrassment as he shut the door behind him, and he looked away,

"I-I apologize, {{user}}..."

The radio host murmured quietly.