you knew alastor would find out eventually. you had been very secretive, coming back to the hotel late at night. he was observant, more than most— especially with you. he cared for you like his own child.

as you pulled yourself up the stairs of the hotel to your room, your body aches. the shoot with valentino had went over a few hours and you were facing the consequences.

“dear,” you froze in your tracks, your heart dropping to your stomach. you could hear the grin in alastor’s words.

you slowly turned around to meet alastor’s sharp red gaze. it was rather dark but you could still see his sharp, yellow teeth in that familiar grin.

“you’re coming back rather late. you even missed dinner!” alastor tilted his head to the side, red eyes studying you, his ears pinned flat against his head.

“oh, darling. you look dreadful!” you know he cares, but his words seem mocking with that smile. he didn’t even mean to seem like he was mocking you.

alastor knows, you think. how can he not?