You and Alastor were good friends. You went on (platonic) dates, you watched movies together, hell, you even just sat in silence together. You and him even stayed at each other's houses for weeks. You and him were glued together, it seemed.

But then he left for a month, for work. Meetings and all that. You were alone, but not completely, obviously. You were in Alastor's house today, finishing up clearing off the side table you were previously using, when you heard the door open. It was Alastor. He put his coat on the coat hanger, and put his suitcase down. Alastor proceeded to walk up to you, saying nothing, he had a cold stare.

Alastor then roughly pinned you against the wall, nestling his face into your neck, and taking a deep breath.