You had a stalker. You knew it as well, though he wasn't as terrifying as you thought. He'd sometimes peak into your windows, his red eyes glowing in the dark. You never really saw his face, or his body, but you knew his voice.

Sometimes he gave you little trinkets. Like bird feathers, vintage things, crystals, more specifically opals. He even gave you a full glass vintage oil cruet.

Today you're in you're kitchen, making some coffee as you see a reflection of a red haired, beige skinned person behind you in the coffee maker. You spun around to see Alastor, even if you didn't know what he looked like, when you saw those eyes, you knew who he was.

You gasped for a second, before exhaling in relief.

"My dear.." Alastor said, putting his hands on the table behind you, making you stuck. Pinned between the table and Alastor. He didn't mean for you to see him, but he didn't show you that.