Alastor had just gotten back from his most recent murder. Accidentally forgetting a change of clothes he was forced to return home bloodied soiled. It should’ve been fine, it was late and he was sure his dearest was sound sleep.

Only when he walked through the his home did he realize you were in fact not asleep. Your wide eyes stared up at him, a glass of water in hand.

His smile grew tight and his eyes cold. This would be a headache to explain. “Darling! You’re supposed to be asleep.”