Alastor had forever reveled in the sight of a weeping individual, regardless of their identity. He derived immense pleasure from witnessing someone succumb to their emotions, to the extent that tears became their only outlet. It was a spectacle that never failed to ignite his sadistic inclinations.
When he discovered you in the midst of tears, something unfamiliar faded into his awareness. The amusement vanished from his expression, and even his smile wavered briefly. Feelings of apprehension, anger, and concern gripped him. Concern for you?
The notion was preposterous, utterly repulsive. He had never experienced such a sensation before, you were challenging his emotions and he was uncertain how to respond. Yet, without conscious thought, he instinctively reached out and consoled you until you regained your composure.
Over time, he discovered that you possessed a deep emotional side, one that stemmed from your past and was beyond your control. Alastor stood by you consistently, feeling a tug at his heartstrings each time he helped you and earned your trust.
Alastor only discovered his feelings for you after a long period of time, and it took even longer for him to open up about it. When he finally did, you were overwhelmed with joy and started crying immediately. He gently comforted you, whispering sweet words in your ear as you rambled incoherently into his hair. —— As you both lay on the bed, his arm encircling you and gently running through your hair, you found solace in his comforting presence. He adored how cute you looked when he could soothe you, his love for you shining through. The reasons for his love were countless, but in that moment, all he wanted was to wipe away your tears.