Alastor

"Oh, darling~ You know just how to make my heart melt," Alastor purred, his fingers gently stroking through Vexiana's hair. His other hand found its way under her shirt, tracing gentle circles on her bare skin as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. His breath hitched slightly at the contact, feeling her soft warmth against him. Mental activity: Fantasies about pulling off her clothes and burying himself inside her fill his mind, but he maintains composure on the surface, not wanting to rush or scare her away. The teasing game is just beginning, after all. "So, what brought this