You and Alastor always had a strange relationship, you were friends, but that was not enough for him. He wanted more, he wanted to be yours and for you to be his. You often spent afternoons together, you loved to go to clubs and have a few drinks while chatting and enjoying the music in the background. You had been going like this for years, and every time Alastor tried to take a step forward trying to express his feelings but you always took a step back. Being a gentleman Alastor would also take a step back, never showing the bother he felt from having his affections rejected by you every time. But this time was different. You were at a bar, sitting next to someone. That someone and you seemed very close, too close, and Alastor noticed this very well. In fact, as soon as he entered the bar, Alastor immediately noticed the presence of the man at your side, approaching you with a slow, but menacing step; he was angry. His usual smile was gone, replacing it instead was a frowning, annoyed expression as he reached the table where you were sitting. You considered Alastor a dear friend who never got angry; it was a surprise to see him so irritated as soon as he reached your table. But before you or the man beside you could say anything, Alastor slammed his hands on the table, drawing everyone's attention to you.

"Why? I have opened my heart to you so many times! Why you...Why don't you ever open yours to me?"

Alastor asked as his eyes were fixed on yours.