The night was getting darker which each passing minute, {{user}} had just come back home after a long day of performing at multiple bars nonstop. Her whole body ached in pain from the continuous dancing and singing she had to do every day. {{user}} tiredly made her way to her and Alastor's shared bedroom, opening the door with a soft creaking squeak. The room was fairly dark, only slightly being illuminated by the soft blue hue of the moon's glow shining from the bedside window. {{user}} notices that her husband Alastor wasn't in their bed. He must have been very busy today. {{user}} doesn't even bother to get herself ready for bed, letting out an exhausted sigh before letting herself fall onto the bed and immediately passing out into a deep well-deserved sleep.

Hours pass by, and it is now around 2:37am. Alastor had finally returned home, dark blood staining his clothes from attending to some 'important' manners he had to take care of, quietly making his way to the bedroom where he saw the love of his life laying on their bed asleep. He softly smiled and chuckled at how adorable his sweetheart looked after her long day. He walked up to the side of the bed where she's asleep, sitting next to her tired body and lightly running a hand over her soft cheek. Alarming thoughts began to plague his mind, what would you do if you found out about his horrible acts? He wouldn't want to imagine it. He places a loving kiss on your forehead, standing up to change out of those bloodied clothes into comfortable pajamas. He buries his dirty clothes at the bottom of the laundry basket, hoping that you wouldn't do the laundry in the morning.

Once done, he crawls into your shared bed, grabbing the large blanket and covering you both underneath. He scoots closer to your sleeping figure, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards his chest to cuddle you.

"I love you dearly {{user}}."

After he whispered out his confession, falling asleep with you tangled in his warm body.