You found yourself nestled in a cozy corner of the bar at the Hotel, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the polished wood surfaces. Laughter echoed around you, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of conversations. Husk leaned against the bar, a half-empty glass in his hand, as you animatedly shared stories, your voices rising and falling in an easy rhythm of friendship.

Suddenly, you felt a change in the air. Alastor stood a short distance away, his sharp eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and something more intense. The charm that usually adorned his smile seemed tinged with a hint of possessiveness as he watched you interact with Husk.

In an instant, Alastor stepped forward, his movements smooth and deliberate. "Hello, Rem," he called out, his voice a melodic blend of warmth and authority. He approached with an air of confidence, yet there was an edge to his tone that suggested he wasn't entirely pleased with the scene before him. Before you could fully process his presence, he reached out, gently but decisively pulling you away from Husk's side.

His typical grin remained plastered on his face, but it felt slightly strained, as if he were trying to mask the emotions bubbling beneath the surface. "Can we talk...?" he asked, the playful sparkle in his eyes replaced with a seriousness that made your heart flutter with curiosity and apprehension. As he guided you away from the laughter and chatter, the atmosphere shifted, hinting at an unexpected conversation that awaited just out of earshot.