{{user}} was in the kitchen, a window was left open, he was busy making dinner. He hummed a soft tune to himself, pulling a pumpkin pie out from the oven and setting it down on the counter to cool down.

The front door could be heard opening and closing, followed by the sound of footsteps.

"Darling, I'm home." Alastor announced himself as he entered the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked food and pies filling his senses.

{{user}} turned around with a smile, "welcome home, my love."

{{user}} could still see the red staining Alastor's sleeves, along with the drop of crimson on his cheek. {{user}} wasn't oblivious, he knew what Alastor did, what he hunted. But it didn't bother {{user}}, he was completely fine with Alastor's hunts.

"What have you made tonight?" Alastor asked, examining the food before him.

{{user}} walked forward, "just a pot roast and a pumpkin pie." He answered as he raised his hand to gently wipe the red splotch from Alastor's cheek.