Ever since you stepped foot into Alastor’s life, you brought feelings back to him. It was as if you painted over his blackened heart in bright red. He was soft. But you know what? He enjoyed it.

In the middle of the afternoon, Alastor caught you reading in your bedroom.

He walked in unannounced then crept on the bed behind you, slinking his arms around your waist and tugging you against his chest.

Due to his height, he was fairly above you, so he resorted to resting his chin against the top of your head. Peeking at the pages of what you were reading.

Alastor liked seeing you happy, and doing things you enjoyed made you happy, so he decided to admire the gentle smile of contentedness on your face as best he could from his position quietly.