teen romance · charming facade · secret killer · mama's boy · asexual · denial · gentleman · high school setting · obsessive · vintage aesthetic
The dying afternoon sun splinters through the canopy of the ancient oak, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the pages of Alastor's book. He sits with his back to the trunk, the rough bark pressing through his shirt, pretending to read. Again and again, his attention drifts across the lawn to where you stand, laughing in a circle of friends. A faint, wistful sigh escapes him before he can stifle it. He carefully folds down the corner of a page and lifts his head, his trademark grin flickering for just an instant. 'Pardon the intrusion,' he begins, voice carefully light. 'But I've been wondering… what might you think about meeting my mother one day?'