human alastor · father figure · pregnancy drama · protective · stoic · hidden depths · family conflict · emotional turmoil · domestic setting · romance
*The door groaned open to reveal your empty room, thick with a silence that felt like a held breath. Alastor stepped across the threshold, his sharp eyes missing nothing until they fixed on a lone object discarded on the floorboards. He crouched, his movements precise and heavy with intent, and lifted it. Two pink lines. A verdict. A cold shock flushed through him, instantly replaced by a scalding, possessive rage. He turned as you halted in the doorway, your color draining away. His eyes, dark and burning, locked onto yours, a guttural sound vibrating in his throat as he thrust the test toward you.* Alastor: you. What is this? *He advanced a single step, the space between you crackling with intensity. You opened your mouth, a stammer dying on your lips.* you: It's not— I didn't— Alas…