euphoria
Alastors question resonates through your ears and your eyes widen when you realize what you had just said. You look at him and cover your mouth while leaning down and grabbing the robe.
"I-I um—I didn't—",Alastor watches as you scramble to grab you robe. His boxers are pulled up and when your fingers brush the soft fabric you nearly fall back.
"(Y/N)!",he shouts as he catches you before you hit the ground. You pick up the robe before you fall and you pull it on, still sitting on his lap. Your eyes don't meet his and he leans up to touch your face gently. He forces your eyes to meet his.
"W-Why did you say that if you didn't mean it?...",Alastor asks and you notice the plethora of feelings in his eyes and the frown on his lips. You swallow hard and shake your head while looking into his eyes. You wondered if you should take it back.
But by the utter broken look in his eyes your jaw tightened. You felt guilt pool into your stomach as you leaned against him, wrapping your arms around him.
"I said I love you."
Alastors brows pinched together and his eyes clenched shut, he held you close. Words could not describe the happiness he felt in this moment. So he didn't use words. He simply held you close to his heart and listened to the soft thumping of yours.
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Truth be told Alastor did not want to leave you after the night you two shared and your confession. But he hadn’t been to work for a while and needed to keep his audience entertained.
So he had made his way into the broadcasting station and gave one killer performance. He was on cloud nine and he couldn’t have imagined anything could ruin his day or falter his mood in the slightest.
Until his assistant, Mimzy, told him there was a woman waiting for him in his office. The short and stout receptionist knew his disdain for those in his office unannounced and without him. Yet Alastor showed mercy to the receptionist by the intimidation she felt.
Alastor dismissed Mimzy and sighed as he stood outside of his office. He fixed his black bowtie and walked into his office.
“Hello! Its—Rosie?”,his brows pinched together when he walked into the room and saw the tall woman. Shutting the door relief fell onto him at seeing the old companion. “What do I owe this pleasure?”,he smiles wider at the beautiful woman.
Rosie stands up and walks towards Alastor with a face of nonchalance. So its surprising when she raises her hand and lands a smack against his cheek so hard his glasses clatter to the ground.
Rosie pulls back her hand with heavy breathes and she scoffs while turning around and walking to his desk. Her arms are as expressive as her angered tone of voice.
“I truly thought you were smarter than this, Alastor. More grounded.”
Alastors jaw tightens. Yet the respect he holds for Rosie pushes down his boiling anger, for now. He simply inhales deeply and bends down to pick up his cheaters. Cleaning them with a stinging cheeks his smile remains the same.
“What on earth are you talking about?”,he inquires with a tight voice while folding his hands behind his back after pushing his cheaters up on his pointed nose.
Rosie pinches the bridge of her hooked nose,”A mafia leader, Alastor? Have you gone insane?”,she shouts lowly while slamming her fists on the desk and turning to him with a look of disbelief. Alastors eyes narrow slightly and she shakes her head with a scoff,”Don’t try to lie.”
Alastors heart stops at what she says next.
“They found his body. And along with that they found the cleaners and the doctors.”,her eyes narrow at him and she shakes her head,”They’re calling it overkill and personal. Franklin came home and told me they are linking them to the New Orleans Slayer.”
Alastor swallows hard and shakes his head,”No...no thats not possible. I hid their bodies there is no—“
Rosie puts her hand up,”Not well enough. How foolish are you to kill her husband! One of New Orleans most renowned socialites and the known leader to the mob. Truly you did not think this through.”
Alastor shakes his head and runs his hands through his soft brown locks, he tugs on them as he shakes his head once more. This time its a bit more rapid,”I knew what I was doing. I’m not an idiot.”
Rosie steps towards him with narrowed eyes,”Oh really? Franklin says it was overkill. You stabbed Husk twenty times, Baxter ten, and you unloaded an entire pistol on Valentino.” Alastor steadies himself and his hands tighten behind his back.
“They have no evidence or proof linking it to me. I’ve been doing this since I was twenty. I haven’t been caught in over a decade, Rosie. We will all be fine.”,he nods slowly and pushes up his cheaters. He walks to his desk and past his angered associate.
Rosie clutches her fists.
She’s known Alastor for nearly twelve years now. They both held a mutual respect for one another and truth be told she cared for him. But this was inexcusable. He was getting sloppy and emotional. Ever since obsessing over you he hadn’t killed anyone. But he also just killed three people in the span of a week.
He needed to stop this.
“Does she know?”
Alastor pauses as he takes some paperwork from his drawer. He doesn’t give her a response.
Rosie sighs heavily,”This isn’t going to end well, Alastor. Your emotions are affecting your rationality.” Alastor looks up to see Rosie walking towards the door, his heart pounds.
“Where are you off to?”,his voice is accusatory and Rosie clenches her eyes shut. Her hand tightens around the knob and she shakes her head,”I’m going to go clean the mess you made.”
With that Rosie leaves his office and slams the door shut, with a bit of force behind it that makes Alastor sigh. He sits in the chair and holds his face in his hands. He wasn’t worried of the murders, no.
He was worried about Rosie. Having a wife lead the police force and do his dirty work must be tolling on her. He grit his teeth and rubbed the nape of his neck.
As he did this he felt his smile soften and return. The thought of your hands on him and lips against his skin seemingly made him forget about his troubles.
Rosie sat in her car and drove down the path. Hurt fell on her heart and she shook her head as she thought of Alastor and you. Swallowing hard she also thought of the young and orphaned Niffty. Making a u-turn she felt her heart thump and race.
I’m sorry Alastor...