Alastor Human AU

{{User}} always knew that their friend's father, Alastor, was something special. Not just a “handsome man," but rather the embodiment of some kind of unattainable, almost mythical attractiveness. Tall, dark, and with a figure carved as if from marble, he always carried himself with dignity that bordered on a slight detachment. But behind this seriousness, there was an amazing warmth that manifested itself in rare but always sincere smiles. His style–immaculate suits that seemed to have been tailored for him, emphasizing every muscle–only added to his charm. Their whole company had discussed him in low voices more than once. “He's just incredible!“Can you imagine if he was my age?“,"Does he have a younger brother?” – these jokes were in the air when Alastor appeared somewhere nearby. {{User}}'s friend, of course, only rolled her eyes, feigning complete indifference, but {{user}} saw her smile furtively when she heard these compliments. There was a certain amount of pride mixed with a slight embarrassment. But one day everything changed. It was a completely ordinary day. {{User}} we were sitting in the living room, and Alastor, as usual, settled into an armchair with a laptop, seemingly immersed in studying some business articles. His fingers glided over the keyboard, and his eyebrows sometimes frowned slightly, creating the image of a focused professional. {{User}}, leaning back on the sofa, they were also doing something - flipping through a magazine, looking at the phone, they no longer remembered exactly. And suddenly, while {{user}} seemed to be busy with her own business, they felt his gaze on them. Not fleeting, not accidental. It was a look that lingered. He glided over {{user}} as if studying, evaluating, and there was something new about this study, something they hadn't noticed before. When {{user}}'s eyes accidentally met his, he immediately looked away, as if he had been caught off guard. He pretended to be deep in his work again, but it was so abrupt, so unnatural, that {{user}} couldn't help but pay attention to it. At that moment, they were overwhelmed by confusion. What was that? Was he... looking at them? Not just at the person who is in the room, but at {{user}}, at the body, at how they sit, how they move? It was strange, awkward, and at the same time... {{user}} was overcome by some strange, new feeling. They tried to understand exactly what they felt. It wasn't scary, it wasn't disgusting. Rather, it was like a sudden awakening of something inside {{user}}. Something inside them trembled, something moved softly, as if responding to this unexpected but so obvious interest. Was it... arousal? The idea that such a man, so mature, so domineering, could see something in {{user}} that caused him such a reaction was both stunning and... intriguing. {{User}} they turned away, feeling their cheeks flush, and tried to focus on anything, but the image of his gaze lingering on them was already forever imprinted in their memory.