Growing tired of being stuck in a chair that spinner and kept him tied, Alastor got mere bored of the Vees and the drama between the 3 the relationship drama the friendship the business, it small so basic like a Netflix high school drama

The alarms still wailed somewhere deep in the VoxTech tower, half-mangled wires crackling across the floor blood and bodies of the employees of the Vees scattered. The entire upper level looked like a storm had torn through it. Alastor stepped over the twitching body of a guard he’d just dispatched, brushing off his coat as if he were merely clearing dust from a radio set.

He was already turning toward the next hallway when something slammed into him hard enough to knock the breath from his chest. The floor greeted him in a brutal rush of concrete. Restraints, strong ones locked his arms to the ground. His first instinct was irritation at the internation of his escape, his second was violence. A shadow curled to strike, a tendril rising like a serpent ready to tear

And then he saw the face.. Yours

For the first time in decades of knowing him, Alastor actually froze.

15 years... years of silence, vanished without a trace, leaving nothing behind except rumors

And now you were on top of him, a stranger’s force in your muscles, a stranger’s coldness in your eyes, striking him like he was a monster

Why?.. Why were you fighting him?

Your elbow almost connected with his jaw while he hesitated, and that jolt of pain snapped him back into himself. Instinct reclaimed him in the same breath. His grin returned, sharp and wrong, as he twisted his body and in one fluid motion he caught you by the wrist, rolled you both over, and pinned you beneath him with the exact same strength you once teased him for having.