1930s gentleman · sociopath · protective · aroace · angst · trauma · caring · human alastor · horror
The jazz tune hummed by Alastor died in his throat as he entered their shared cottage, groceries in hand. Silence greeted him, thick and suffocating. Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at his chest as he searched the empty rooms. The horror peaked in the bathroom: you lay limp on the tiles, a rat poison container nearby. Alastor dropped everything, sliding to his knees. He cradled you’s head, his voice trembling between a whisper and a scream. "you, sweetheart, wake up!" he pleaded, slapping you’s face in desperate, terrified need for a response.