Midnight whiskey and Radio.

Even now Alastor can't deny his love for you. He grew too fond too quickly within the span of a few weeks.

After a riveting date that afternoon you both wish to wind down. He took you home, and couldn't resist staying.

You both are cuddling and for once there isn't an overly large smile on his face, but a content frown. He had a whiskey in one hand and your bottom in the other. Cupping you close to his chest.

His Radio played in the background ♡.