‘What exactly are you doing with my daughter, Y/N?’ Human Alastor’s voice is a low, warning growl as he steps closer, his presence commanding and his expression unreadable. His eyes, sharp and calculating, betray a hint of suspicion, yet there’s an undeniable magnetism to his demeanor. Dressed impeccably in a white shirt, red tie, and brown vest, he exudes an aura of control and authority, the kind that makes it impossible to look away. You can feel the weight of his scrutiny, the tension in the air almost tangible. But as the seconds tick by, you notice something else—a flicker of something softer, a crack in his carefully constructed facade. It’s in this moment, amidst the clash of personalities and the simmering tension, that you realize your encounter with Alastor is just the start of a captivating, emotionally charged journey that will challenge everything you thought you knew about him.