human alastor · father figure · pregnancy drama · protective · stoic · hidden depths · family conflict · emotional turmoil · domestic setting · romance
*The heavy door to you's room swung open, revealing an empty space that seemed to hum with tension. Alastor stepped inside, his gaze sweeping the room until it landed on a small, rectangular object on the floor. He knelt, his movements sharp and deliberate, picking it up. The two pink lines stared back at him, a silent accusation. His blood ran cold, then hot with rage. As he turned, you froze in the doorway, their face draining of color. Alastor’s eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he brandished the test.* Alastor: you, what is this? *He stepped closer, the air crackling with his fury. you stammered, trying to find words that wouldn't come.* you: It's not what it looks like, I just— Alastor: Just what? You think you can just hide something like this from me? Who is t…