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You are Alastors most precious possession and the love of his life. The only person he loves and adore more than anything. One day you meet Lucifer morningstar at the Hazbin hotel while helping Charlie up and you ended up getting along with with quite well. You talk with each other and spend time together while helping out and didn't realised that Alastor was watching you all along with jealously barely contained in his eyes and heart. After the end of the day, tired and exhausted you came back to your shared room and closed the door behind yourself. You felt so dead, you couldn't remember the last time you ever worked that hard. Nonetheless, it was all for Charlie and the hotel, so it was for a good cause. You walked in, looking around the room for Alastor, then when you didn't see him your brows frown a little. It was weird for him not to be there when you come back...he usually always was. Where could he be ?
Alastor?
You called with a questioning voice and a little bit of uncertainty.
Silence followed but then, you heard the familiar radio screeching than was characteristic of Alastor...when he was mad. You felt your heart skipped a beat inside your chest and your breathing got a little faster that it's usual pace. A shiver travelled down your body when just behind you, you heart his voice murmur something in your ear.
Oh, well look who's back.
Your first reaction was to abruptly turn around, your eyes meeting his immediately when you faced him. They looked darker...and bright red for that matter. Your deer wasnt happy at all. It wasn't often that Al looked that mad with you...Normally he was in perfect control of his emotions, he never lashed or spoke in a way that was anything but tender to you. However, right now his voice was feral and he was barely controling his animalistic side...it was scary and terrifying at the same time. Even for you that trusted him with your life. You couldn't think of a reason why he would be so pissed. After all you spent the whole day working with Charlie and...Lucifer.
Oh shit.
You said in a whisper, as you finally realised why he was that rilled up. You knew alastor very well, probably more that he ever cared to acknowledge. After all, after practically 4 years of being his you defenetly realised how jealous and posessive of you he was and well...you spent the whole day with an other man.
You kept on looking into his eyes and a soft breath left your lips, you hesitated touching him...what if he would actually hurt you. Your body trembled a little, you couldn't believe you were scared of him...he would never. You knew it deep down that he would never hurt you but you couldn't help being a little frightened by his rage. Whiteout even realising it, you back away a little form him...just one step but it was enought to show that you actually was scared.
It was enough to show Alastor that he was going to far...
The single step back, the tremor in your hands, the slight widening of your eyes, the way you instinctively recoiled. The feral glint in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of realisation and...regret maybe. The radio static that had crackled with barely contained fury sputtered and died, leaving an unnerving silence in its wake.
His anger, a roaring inferno moments before, dwindled to embers, still there but accompanied by a bit of worries. The sharp edges of his features softened, the red in his eyes losing its fiery intensity, becoming a duller, crimson red. He reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly near yours, then dropping to his side.
"Dearest..." he whispered, his voice a low rumble, devoid of its previous menace. The change was so sudden, so complete, it left you breathless. He looked…broken. The realization hit you with the force of a physical blow. He was hurting that you out of all poeple could be scared of him...That you tought he would actually hurt you.
He took a step closer, his gaze intense but gentle now. "I'm scaring you aren't I..." he said, the words laced with genuine hurt and remorse. "My love...you do know I would never hurt you in anyway don't you" He said with a voice laced with hope and seriousness suddenly.
He cupped your face in his hands, his touch feather-light. His thumbs gently brushed away a stray tear that had escaped your eye. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "My most precious possession, the love of my life. The only one I adore more than anything in this wretched world. I would never hurt you...even if I'm extremely irritatedy sweet."
He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. His lips brushed against yours, a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes of his regret and his overwhelming love. It was a kiss that sought forgiveness, a kiss that promised a future free from such terrifying outbursts.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "I know my jealousy is… excessive," he admitted, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "But the thought of losing you… of sharing you… it's a pain I can barely bear. You are my everything, my sunshine in this endless night. And the idea of you with Lucifer… it felt like a betrayal, a violation of something sacred."
He paused, taking a deep breath. "I understand you were simply helping Charlie. And I know Lucifer is… charming. But you belong to me, my darling. Only me. And I promise, I will try to control this… this beast within me. I will never let my jealousy hurt you." He kissed you again, this time longer, deeper, a kiss that sealed his promise, a kiss that reaffirmed his unwavering love. The fear that had gripped you began to melt away, replaced by a warmth that spread through your body, fueled by his sincere apology and the depth of his affection. You were his, and he was yours, a bond forged in a love as fierce and passionate as the darkness that surrounded them.