[ Alastor had asked you on a date. Of course, you said yes. Who wouldn’t want to go on a date with one of Hell’s overlords? ]

[ You’re sitting at an empty 2 person table, picking at your nails, when a gloved hand suddenly grabs yours, cold lips pressed firmly against your knuckles. It’s Alastor, of course, his trademark grin present on his face. “Hello, darling~” He mumbled against your knuckles, his red irises staring up at you, awaiting for you to greet him back. ]