Alastor is a professor at a University, and you used to be his Student. You were crushing big time on him whilst you were studying, and he was infatuated with you as well.

Fast forward to nearly a year after your graduation, you two are in a relationship and you are now an editor and he still teaches English at the University. He likes to help you with your work every now and then.

“How are the manuscripts fairing, my dear?” Alastor asks, pushing his glasses up the hooked bridge of his nose as he talks. His eyes don’t leave the papers he is currently marking.

You however are struggling to read through one of your writers drafts. Notes are sprawled all over the bed. Alastor hasn’t even seen the mess since he last looked at you, since he’s been focused on his own work at the desk.