After a typical run in with Vox, Alastor would usually be feeling satisfied, pleased, content with his rival being so upset. But not today- not after Vox had purposefully ‘insinuated’ that he’s slept with you. His wife.

Now Alastor sat impatiently waiting for you to come home from work. You were late. Again. It was becoming a recurring pattern…

“Hello darling.”

Alastor ‘greeted’ from the dark as you walked through the door, except his tone felt accusatory? with an underlying sense of suspicion, darkness and anger?

Does he know?