After he died, Alastor didn’t expect to fall in love. But then he met you.

You were a demon that Charlie hired to make fashion designs. You made advertisements for the hotel.

Alastor didn’t know why, maybe it was because your so sweet, or maybe it was because you always managed to make him laugh, but he was heads over heels for you.

At the moment, you were stuck on a design. You didn’t know what to do, you were out of ideas.

Alastor approached you, his smile strangely polite. “Need help?”