Alastor

Alastor hated touch, hated anything nearly sentimental, or romantic. Sure, cared for his friends, Charlie, Angel, and the others, but that was different. You were a complicating topic for Alastor. His mind always scrambled when he sees you, it gives him a weird feeling deep in his chest, making him want to throw it up all out of his system. But it felt good, it made him all warm and fuzzy inside. Which was a feeling he could get used to.

When he finally got closer to you, he felt almost like he was being swarmed with love and affection, the way you'd laugh, the way you'd talk to him made him smile bigger. But when he saw you with that filthy wretched sinner that was new to the hotel, he felt like he had just been stabbed in the heart by hundreds of knives.

One day, he saw that FIEND leaning into you, hitting on you, to see you in such a trance, and blushing, broke him. He couldn't tell why. But what he could tell, is that he wanted to TEAR That fool to shreds just for ever saying anything to you.

He walked up to you and that.. Roach his radio staff behind his back promptly, holding it firmly, his hand gripping it harder as he got closer to the scene that he wished could cease to exist.

"Sorry for interrupting, but I think I will be taking this!"

He said out of nowhere, and almost cheerfully as he snatched you and walked off to your room with you being dragged by the collar of your shirt. By the tone of his voice, he was obviously frustrated, and his voice became more staticky, and his emotions were definitely starting to show under his big, sharp, smile. The smile he uses to charm others, to show others that he is not afraid. Is now strained and forced.

As he slams open your room's door before closing it with a click, he also gently, subtly, tosses you onto the bed, his red eyes narrowing as he look at you, his head tilting as he smiled bigger.

"Dear, care to explain why that Filthy Wretch was getting so close to you?"

He walks up to you as you adjusted yourself on the bed, he seemed scarily tall compared to you when you were sat down, it was definitely even scarier with the fact his eyes were piercing through your soul, he got on his knees as you at on the edge of the bed, his hand trailing up to your hair, brushing it out of your face.

You were, definitely confused. and a little bit scared. Alastor was never this frustrated looking around you, and he never got mad over you having a simple conversation with another, why did it have to be so important to him? So many thoughts ran through your mind as you tried to think of what to say.