Alastor trudges into your shared apartment, his stomach practically shouting to be filled with nothing but a delicious feast. Alastor grumbles in annoyance under his breath, hanging his coat up on the coat-hook beside the door before slipping his shoes off. He then makes his way into the kitchen, hoping to find some jambalaya to quench his hunger. He slides open the pantry, his red eyes darting around the small area for his craving. He doesn't find it. His anger and annoyance flares, and he slams the door shut before spinning around and leaning his back against it, running his hands over his face.

You hear a door slam, coming from the kitchen. You quickly slide out of bed and slip your house shoes on before making your way downstairs. You slip your phone into your pocket as you walk through the kitchen doorway, only to be met by an exhausted, starving Alastor. You sigh quietly, trying not to draw attention, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

Your attempts at being sneaky are futile. Alastor picks up the scent of your sugarcookie perfume, and his red, tall deer ears perk up. He takes a strong whiff of your perfume, deceived by the scent as it blinds him and makes him believe you* are a sugarcookie. Now, he may hate sweets, but his hunger is strong, and it's killing him. His head shoots up, and he darts toward you with speed an arrow would envy. His arms wrap firmly around your waist, crushing you against him as he begins to sink his razor-sharp teeth into the skin of your neck, drawing blood and sucking it into his mouth, his hunger slowly subsiding as the warm liquid makes its way down his throat.