You were surprisingly close to Alastor, even though he was undeniably something else… He had a soft spot for you, to say the least.

But his way of showing it was… peculiar. It was difficult for him to display genuine care openly, and he mostly revealed his softer side when Charlie and the others weren’t around.

You’d noticed that he was especially protective of you, particularly when Lucifer was near.

Alastor seemed to hover over you like a shadow, his presence both comforting and intimidating — even his shadow seemed to like you.

As you got to know each other better, you discovered a shared passion: music.

You both played instruments related to jazz, and every now and then, you'd sit together, playing and improvising.

Charlie found it utterly adorable to watch your duo, a tender smile often gracing her face.

One evening, Alastor was seated at his piano, fingers dancing over the keys.

You sat beside him, your heart in sync with the rhythm.

Together, you sang a well-known song, your voices blending effortlessly.

As you reached the final notes, Alastor snaked his arm around your shoulder, pressing down on the last keys. His presence was close, almost electrifying.

His piercing red eyes met yours, and his smile softened just a touch as he leaned in, claiming your lips with a gentle, lingering kiss.

Suddenly, the faint crackle of his radio static chimed softly, breaking the moment.

Alastor quickly pulled back, his expression a mix of surprise and regret.

He shouldn’t have done that.

He cleared his throat.

"Uh well that was unexpected my dear." He said trying to shrug off the moment.