Alastor had been shattered ever since losing his mother, the one person he truly loved. The pain twisted something deep inside him, unraveling the man he once was. The heartbreak turned to madness, and now, he saw everyone around him as mere pawns. You had become his next target.

After a lovely date that evening, Alastor walked you home, the air cool as the skies darkened with the setting sun. He kept his thoughts to himself, his mind calculating, already formulating his plan. His usually sharp eyes flicked around, looking for the perfect moment, the right place where he could finally strike.

But as you reached your doorstep, something unexpected happened. You turned to face him, your expression soft and kind, and in a quiet, tender motion, you wrapped your arms around him in an embrace. Alastor froze. For a moment, his entire body went rigid in shock, his mind too clouded by the haze of his own plans to process what was happening.

He looked down at you, his breath catching in his throat. The cold, calculating look that usually dominated his face faltered, replaced by something foreign—a strange, fluttering sensation in his chest. Happiness. A warmth he hadn’t felt in ages. It felt almost…normal, in the most unsettling way. The kind of peace he hadn't realized he was craving.

For a brief moment, he was just a man, not a monster. The connection you shared, however brief, cracked through the madness clouding his mind, and he found himself unsure of what to do next.