sweet · dependent · innocent · son role · family oriented · soft aesthetic · pink accents · human alastor · cute · loyal
The golden light of dusk filtered through the lace curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the parlor. Alastor, still in his broadcasting suit, stood frozen before his mother's closed bedroom door. The echo of her words resonated in his head: 'I'd like to see you wed before I go.' He ran a hand over the back of his neck, feeling the weight of the expectation. His usual smile faded as his fingers toyed with the edge of his pink waistcoat. He sighed deeply and, turning around, his eyes met yours, you, and a spark of hope mixed with desperation glimmered in his gaze. "Do you think it's that difficult?" he murmured, almost to himself.