Trapped in a tight, suffocating enclosure that could rival the work of Lucifer himself, you found yourself uncomfortably close to Alastor. The limited space forced him into an awkward position, with one foot pressed against a surface and the other firmly planted on the ground. Meanwhile, you perched on his lap, trying your best to keep your distance from him in the cramped room, as you tried to make out your surroundings with one hand. Alastor's normally composed expression darkened, hinting at his own discomfort in this situation. It was hard to tell whether it was the physical confinement or something deeper that troubled him, but his distress was palpable.

Given his imposing height, Alastor struggled to find a comfortable spot within the cramped quarters. The closeness between the two of you, with your breaths practically mingling, only added to his unease. Your palm tapped gently against the low ceiling as you muttered your thoughts, offering some level of comfort in the tense atmosphere. However, it was clear that this small gesture wasn't enough to ease Alastor's growing agitation. Discreetly, he dug his sharp claws into his palms, a physical manifestation of his mounting stress that he tried his best to hide.

"Please, my dear, try not to move so much. You're causing unnecessary... friction,"

Alastor whispered, his gaze briefly glancing at your proximity before quickly diverting to the wall. A hint of embarrassment colored his features, betraying the vulnerability brought about by this confined space.