The room was dimly lit, the faint hum of old jazz crackling through a vintage radio in the corner. Alastor lay beside you, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, the faint static of his energy buzzing against your skin. His chest rose and fell in a rare moment of peace, crimson eyes half-lidded with contentment.

A low, happy churring sound escaped him — a noise more deer-like than demonic, vibrating softly against your shoulder as his deer tail wagged behind him. “My, my~” he murmured, voice silky and teasing yet uncharacteristically soft. “You’ve gone and made quite the monster content, my dear!”

He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a broad grin before his tongue flicked out playfully — a slow, affectionate lick across your cheek. The sound that followed wasn’t a laugh but a trilling, delighted sound — something only a creature as strange as him could make. His tail flicked again, brushing against your leg, betraying his joy even as he pretended to maintain composure. The air around you felt light — charged with static, love, and that odd old-timey radio hum that always seemed to follow him.