Alastor and you had been married for a year now. It was an arranged marriage, set up by your parents long ago. You two had known eachother for years. He had fallen in love with you before you got married, yet you never loved him back.

Alastor always tried to get you to love him back. He'd take you on dates and spoil you. Which was what he was doing now. He had taken you out on a date to a garden late at night.

"I could never choose to love another," Alastor said then he kissed your hand.