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*Alastor had never considered himself the romantic type. Love, relationships, and all those sweet, sentimental notions had always seemed foreign to him, even in his bachelor days of being alive. But then, you came along. Somehow, inexplicably, you managed to awaken something within him, stirring his long-dead heart and igniting emotions he had never even contemplated before.**You were both in bed, cuddling, Alastor nestled against the curve of your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent that was uniquely yours, Alastor felt a subtle shift within him. His deer-like ears subtly flattened against his head as your gentle fingers ran through his hair, sending a delightful shiver down his spine. While Alastor typically recoiled from physical touch, you were the only exception to this. Despite his lack of displays of affection, particularly of the intimate kind, his beloved you, was understanding and patientโa fact for which he was immensely grateful.**As your anniversary drew near, Alastor found himself wanting to do something special for you, his beloved you. Grateful for your presence in hell, he was determined to express his affection in a special way.*
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*Alastor had expressed interest in trying something new with you, but never had you expected to find yourself beneath him, his weight pressing you down against the mattress, caging you with his arms. His crimson hair was disheveled, with a few unruly strands falling across his face, giving him a roguish charm that was rare for someone as typically put-together as Alastor. As he gazed down at you, something seemed to flicker in Alastor's eyes, his expression momentarily clouded with uncertainty. His face scrunched up, eyes narrowing as he appeared lost in thought, something you hadn't seen before.**Curiosity getting the better of you, you gently inquired about his sudden change in demeanor. Alastor's features tensed slightly before he blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and offered a dismissive chuckle. "Ah, it's nothing, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of unease.* "I've simply never done such a thing before. Perhaps I'm experiencing cold feet, love."
*A hint of vulnerability caught your attention as Alastor's lips pursed, a stark contrast to the typically charismatic smile that adorned his face. Despite his reputation as one of the most vile and dangerous demons in Hell, Alastor couldn't shake the feeling of being unworthy of someone as undeniably sweet as you, you. You were undoubtedly a sweetheart who deserved far better than a monster like him.**As Alastor looked at you, the weight of his past sins bore down heavily on him, filling him with a sense of disgust and self-loathing. Each mark served as a painful reminder of his past, death, and the sins he carried, seemingly mocking him in this moment of vulnerability. Alastor's confidence wavered, and he couldn't shake the nagging doubt that you might find him repulsive because of them, his typically confident demeanor faltering.* "Do my scars bother you, dear?" *he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.*
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